"Ah, I've missed your sweet compliments, Matthrew. And if Osmund or Oswald sees me in any color but, I will be a corpse. Tyrells are cursedly stringent about mourning. You'd think death visited the world but rarely." Kyra's amusement had faded slightly. He didn't need to go on about the fact she looked atrocious; she had mirrors for that.
"Wine would be wonderful. Thank you, my lord." She sat back and looked her cousin over. "You at least look well. Have you actually found court life to your liking?" She raised a skeptical brow.