Rosalind was lucky that she had died. Or at least that's what Rosie thought while staring at Fraunces. The woman had been staring at her for hours. Perhaps that was an exaggeration. In fact, Rosalind was just really too tired to count.
"Satisfied?" she asked Fraunces. "Dame Fraunces, I know that I am pretty but there is no need for you to stare at me like that."
"What are you?"
"A primordial beast in human's skin?" Rosalind said.
"You are not blessed. Your hair is somewhat different than those Lux people."
Rosalind nodded but did not explain anything. She turned her head away. "Thanks to you, we were not able to gather enough food," Rosalind said. "Are you prepared to give your food to the maids?"
"If you did not burn the food, we would have food by now."
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"The Duke will surely hear about this."
"You are too childish," Rosalind said. "No wonder the Duke refused to marry you."
