Side story: of Rook and Aofie
I cant believe Im wearing a dress, Aofie complained for what had to be the tenth or eleventh time.
Appearances are everything, my queen. Besides, you look lovely in that gown. Of course, you wont attract many gentlemen with that scowl... do try to be cheery at any rate. This is a grand ball, not a funeral! her companion chatted amiably beside her.
Id be cheery if I was at your funeral, Rook, she muttered, still annoyed that Rook was having so much fun with the alias their guild had given her. She had grown up on the streets, living out of others pockets, and yet they dubbed her Queen. She suspected the names were themed, but did not care enough to ask.
Whats that my dear? Im afraid you must learn to speak up; it is unladylike to mumble, the so called Rook exclaimed with disdain.
I said... oh neve