paradife-loft:“Her Highness, Ahtarmë Hyellindë Noldoranel!”She bowed her head low before the crowd o
paradife-loft:“Her Highness, Ahtarmë Hyellindë Noldoranel!”She bowed her head low before the crowd of onlookers, this paltry crowd of the pious and afraid, and swept into a deep curtsey - though when she rose from it after the requisite number of seconds, her eyes prefaced the movement of her head, visible only to Lord Arafinwë’s gaze.“My king,” she answered, voice and posture the picture of proper subservience to the new master she now swore fealty to.Her right hand, she placed over her heart as she spoke the words, but in the newborn light of the last fruits of the Trees, the band of gold around her index finger still gleamed.It was misleading, she would certainly allow, as to where her allegiance lay (had ever lain and yet it gave clue enough as to where it did not, and for now that was sufficient. For though borrowed status was her current possession, it was rhetoric, symbolism, the shifting colours of light slipping through her stained windows of each, that would win her soon things vastly greater. -- source link
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