Court blinked in surprise and Raymonde growled when the apparition of the girl he once knew disappeared. His hound began to search around the area, trying to figure out where Portia had gone, while Court turned to Bellamy. “On the contrary, Marshal. I think you would find that there are many people who understand the means required to defeat and diffuse rebellions. The problem is that they tend to be at the coal face, as it were, not near the places of power where policies are made and training manuals written.”
He looked at the space where Portia had been. “In my experience, no one quite underestimates their own potential quite like the highborn ladies of Clovenne. It’s too bad that they are told for most of their lives that their purpose is to be a pretty face at someone’s arm or a mother to extend a family line. There are truly brilliant minds among them if they were allowed to think...”. Court looked back, turning a little red at the radical sentiment. “Sorry, Marshal, my mother and younger sister are geniuses and its shaped my view of the world.”