Marie arrives with the pale white quills held firmly in her hands. She hardly looks like a hair has gone out of place, given the mayhem she had caused this morning. But, her hair is soft, the dress falls off her hips, and she barely sways when she arrives in his view.
“Would you like to set rules? I promise not to kill you, but I urge you to seek care after this.. Or maybe you would do well to take the actual history lesson.”
She waits, hands by her sides, looking perfectly at ease in his presence.
Marie says his name is a sweet tone, like she is trying to sooth a friend or a lover, it’s utterly fake, but she still does it any way.