The noblewomen pressed closer, their earlier reserve melted entirely by the warmth of Lady Sees's chaotic storytelling. A duchess from the southern principalities leaned in, her eyes sparkling with barely contained curiosity.
"My Lady, you must tell us. What was your third husband like? The one who gifted you this magnificent dress?"
Lady Sees's red lips curved into a smile that was equal parts fondness and mischief. "Oh, he is—" She paused, tilting her head as if considering her words carefully. "He is like a hot summer storm. Fierce. Unpredictable. Absolutely terrifying if you catch him on the wrong day."
A delicate laugh. "But when he calms, he wraps around you like warm sunlight, and you forget why you were ever afraid."
A young beast lady, her ears red, twitching with interest, gasped. "That sounds romantic."
"It is," Lady Sees agreed, her voice softening. "Exhausting, mmm… overstimulating… but romantic."
