#cordelia judging riquen for her inability to budget

[thenightdayblogger]

WIP Wednesday

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currently banging my head against the wall reminding myself finished is better then perfect and a good deal less fucking annoying. anyway. asawt snippet be upon ye

The reversal leaves her speechless. The Countess had complained, loudly and at length, about encroachment of the noveau-riche. How could she now turn around and marry her nephew and heir to the people she viewed as interlopers? Well, that was not really the question. It was money. The Tisserands were one of the wealthiest families in Bruntë, early advocates for southern trade rewarded lavishly for initiative. They had dropped an obscene sum on a parade, she can only imagine what they will furnish Aurelia with for a dowry. Which Riquen would need. The very announcement made it clear as day without a word about it; the Countess was desperate, or very close to it. She had bargained her name and rank to save herself, and probably the Riquens, from the indignity of bankruptcy or auction-house. “She could well have skipped the giant gold statue then.” She mutters to herself, focusing on stripping the corrosion from the metal. Riquen spent lavishly, as did all courtiers, but Cordelia could not understand why she would have done that much, while knowing that her finances were perilously close to tipping. She hoped Pierce had been savvy enough to get his commission upfront. Or perhaps the Tisserands were the ones being billed. A small price to pay for a Countess for a daughter.