Kyra and Matthrew have a talk Who: Kyra, Matthrew When: Day 70, early evening Where: Matthrew's chambers, Red Keep Rating: R because they're Boltons Status: In-Progress
Kyra's black mourning gown was nonetheless richly made, and black gems gleamed from their black settings at her forehead and on her wrists. Jet beads touched her hem, shimmering as she she moved. The swish of brocade and silk accompanied her steps, but her face was solemn and her cheeks were damp with tears, her eyes distant with grief. It was a beautiful picture of a stricken goodsister, perfect even to her distracted air and reddened eyes.
It was only natural she would desire the company of her own family in such a time.
She paused outside the door to her cousin's apartments and waited as his servant announced her.