[and there's that laugh again, dark and breathy and boys and men have fought each other to have that laugh directed at them]

[but this is what she wanted, Josiane of the Copper Isles, perfect blonde scion of the Rittevon line in all their madness and beauty, whimpering and moaning and pulling her to the ground.]

[the dress may never be the same again, but that's not the point, is it?]