<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br/><br/>Lady Marie regarded the conversation between the women with a slight bit of annoyance; this new 'Kat' seemed to have little grasp on the reality of the situation. She felt more empathy for the peasant woman that had escaped the soldiers - how great was her loss, now?<br/><br/>Dismounting from her taken mount, she gave the Lady Kat a stern expression. "I hope Lady Lillian considers these events carefully; the Falkovnians have no remorse for what they do here."<br/><br/>Not wanting to relinquish her father's gift, Lady Marie kept the sheathed sword on her, carefully tucked into her dress from its belt. Etiquette may have warned her away from it, but the fierceness growing in her bade her to do no such thing - not now, with the possibility of death mere hours away.<br/><br/>Sweeping up the stairs with the other ladies, recognition flickered in eyes at the sight of Lady Lillian; Lady Marie tensed slightly, knowing that she likely would not take this as seriously as it should be. Bowing graciously before the Lady, Marie stepped forward, holding herself up nobly.<br/><br/>"Lady Marie d'Astineau." Her eyes and tongue waited for the others before she continued, but it was clear she had more to say.