[MOVED THREAD! Author: Nightcandle as The Matron]
The Matron rose from her chair and looked out of the window behind her. She couldn't see the Village from her study, but she knew what happened, having heard about it moments before. "Did anyone recognize you?"
"Your brother my Lady," replied General Moko Verde, an end of his lips pulling back somewhat. "He didn't seem too suspicious. More surprised, like he was caught in the middle of something."
"Going after Paris," The Matron turned back to General Verde. "Was it before or after?"
"Before."
The Matron's eyebrows crossed slightly and she crossed her arms.
General Verde remained still, taking in the Matron's shifting features.
"A full closet has trouble staying shut," The Matron mused, her eyes crossing more. "Make sure the noose is tight."
"Yes, my Lady."
"Summon our officers and proceed as usual. You are dismissed."
General Verde bowed at the waist and exited the study.
The Matron kept her eyes on him until he left, afterwards turning back to the window and placing a hand against one pane. The coming winter bleached most of the grass a dull yellow-brown and cast the sky grey.
How fitting.
