Bianca takes the bottle, removes the cap and swigs it. The fierce spirit burns in her throat and she makes a small noise of satisfaction.
"I won't break him. He's magnificent. He's everything I should have been. A proper aristocrat."
She grins, suddenly, a wild urchin grin, entirely unsuited to her face and yet perfectly at home.
"Proper aristocrats never die. They never quite pick up the habit. They're like standing stones. Rooted right into reality. I've spent my life hoping to hitch to a star like that one. Which isn't what I'm doing here, my darling, don't worry. I'm building my own legitimacy instead. It's very frightening."
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"I won't break him. He's magnificent. He's everything I should have been. A proper aristocrat."
She grins, suddenly, a wild urchin grin, entirely unsuited to her face and yet perfectly at home.
"Proper aristocrats never die. They never quite pick up the habit. They're like standing stones. Rooted right into reality. I've spent my life hoping to hitch to a star like that one. Which isn't what I'm doing here, my darling, don't worry. I'm building my own legitimacy instead. It's very frightening."