The Dowager was unprovoked. "No," she said. "I only wish to ask you something."
"You're not curious who conspires against your bosom friend?" the Divina asked, lips dark with vyrnshade blossoms, curling into a smirk. Her voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere.
"Hadrian and I are more than bosom friends," the Dowager replied, clearly catching the insinuation. "But I've not come on his behalf."
The Divina moved behind the mirrored wall. Her reflections flickered along the glasses… dozens of her, none the true one.
"But it does trouble you, does it not, friend?" she murmured.
The Dowager gave no answer. Like all women of her house, she wore silence the way other women wore pearls—proudly, and with precision.
"Don't you see my heart?" she asked at last. "Aren't you the all-seeing Seer?"
