Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140812170152/@comment-11457306-20140813034407

(Emperor's consort, not Empress.)

Torene's expression returned to its calm, regal state as Mak rose to speak.

Brihanna had nearly wet herself. Rope had slid from her waist down into her boot, or as least as much of it could fit. She was trying surrepticiously to coax it back out before her foot and lower leg lost circulation.

Brighid and Anneken maintained rigid silence--and Rhiannon, standing in the back of the room with the guards, chuckled in low tones. She had never seen the Emperor's consort and decided that she like her. A lot.