the dust settles on my skin, making a crust i cannot move in

Asleep in the florid dreams of luxury, Lora lets herself wonder: what does a mercenary-turned-Tornan-Driver care for society and its rules?

Could I court one such as Brighid, more than this once or twice?

Brighid is a Blade of the empire. She is a being from her very fibres made emblematic of security, of wealth, of promise - the kind of promises you don't have to make, because everything is already assured, beholden to none.

Could everything be assured, for one such as Lora?

It's so comfortable, here with her. All I want is to be able to have this again.