The blood of the vanquished is the seed og gjr
~Tacitus (paraphrased)
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"Why are they staring at me like that?" Ravenna asked Edhira as they passed by, walking deeper into the outskirts of the city, their horses trailing behind.
Edhira's eyes traveled to the merchants and villagers who had become too obvious to tell their fear or curiosity and looked ahead, less surprised. "They always tend to react that way, Milady,"
"Why?" She didn't get it. It didn't look like curiosity or awe or nonchalance, but seemed like apprehension of some sort.
"It's what they're taught to feel. Especially to Meridiths," She said.
"Meridiths?"
"Those who are born of coin and royalty," She explained carefully, keeping her head slightly lowered but enough to see the way in which they trespassed.
Highborns… Ravenna thought. Such a weird name. And she took in a deep breath, failing to conceal the weight of sympathy in her expression.
