The king's sister was a walking classified document with no security clearance and zero regrets about it.
"Lady Thessa. Legitimately one of the most boring human beings alive. Her husband has a mistress." Blair's voice pitched into something bright and sugary. "Good morning, Thessa!"
Thessa nodded stiffly and kept walking.
"You're terrible."
"I'm an accurate bitch. There's a difference."
Two noblewomen passed them in the opposite direction, arms linked, wearing gowns the color of deep wine. Both of them shot a dirty look and gave Guinevere a once-over.
"Lady Veyra attempted to mount Maddox at the Spring Tithe two years ago. He shut her down so fast her dignity is still on the floor of that ballroom. Three of her friends watched and all told her it was foreplay."
"And the sister?"
"Couldn't tell you. Has the personality of a wet napkin and backbone of a whiskey dick. Her opinions match whoever she's speaking to. Next."
Guinevere stared at her for a full second.
