"I do not suppose this is something you might not reconsider?"
Master Margrace's political dealings had brought me to this incredible place, Mt. Bur-Omisace, and to the Gran Kilitas. I was fairly baffled by recent events, though to some extent I was involved - I do not have the mind for politics Master Margrace does. I remained silent as he spoke with the young Archadian lord, Larsa, and...
Who was that?
He handed me his glasses as he spoke to her, and dutifully I affixed them to my shirt, but I thought only of the lovely stranger before my master and I. Even in all of his travels and negotiations, this woman remained unknown to me. How could it be so?
"Al- Cid Margrace, at your service. To think I stand before the Lady Ashe. It is truly an honor." Master Margrace dropped to one knee and kissed her hand. I felt a strange hot flash climb up my back, and a moment of irrational anger. The stranger, apparently Lady Ashe, was fairly shocked at his display. I remained silent, as was my duty.
"I see it is true after all. Ah, stunning is Dalmasca's desert bloom," crooned Master Margrace.
Those words stung me. I wanted to shout, to stop him from speaking to her that way - it was not his place, not anyone's place. I did not want him to touch her, and I knew not why.
The Gran Kilitas interrupted this grim scene to speak on matters of politics, which I attempted to listen to. Ultimately, as per usual, I became far too confused and instead took a moment to survey the Lady. She spoke, I know, of resisting a coming war, but why she was involved I could not hope to guess.
Ah! A moment of insight. The Lady Ashe was, in fact, that sorrowful Dalmascan princess reported to have died by her own hand. I now understood, and silently applauded her clever gambit. She may not have noticed, for I fear my silent applause was likely a meaningful flutter of the eyelashes. I do try to be expressive, but it is not becoming of me.
"...I fear it would only worsen our current situation," finished Master Margrace, his concern apparent in his voice.
"Because I am powerless to help," said the Lady Ashe, and in her voice was anger and despair. Her words made my heart sink - this suffering of hers was mine to bear, too, it seemed, for in some way I had bonded with the fair Lady.
They spoke again of politics, and I paid little attention, for as important as these matters were I was all but useless. In politics, there is little room for a woman such as me, who rarely even speaks. My thoughts turned instead to Master Margrace's conversation with the Lady, and try as I might they would not stray from that path. I thought of his expression upon seeing her, upon speaking to her...it pained me. I did not want this affection he had toward the Lady to exist.