Noblewoman →

My irritation outraces my temperance and - without thought for warning or consequence - the phrase 'Noblewoman' has been replaced with the word '****,' almost before I realize it's been typed.

Lilian's hair falls loose and spills around her breasts in a pair of unbound curls, while her ruffled collar acquires a bowtie with some manner of long trinket hanging from it. her smile thins and looks more sardonic than anticipatory, and her dress turns into a striped black suit-vest with pants... though it keeps the white-frilled cleavage window. Naturally, all of her jewelry vanishes as well. Then she brings her arms up to fold in front of her as her sleeves lose their stylistic tailoring in favor of simple flat lines and buttoned cuffs.

Were I in a more restrained mood, I might have considered the ramifications of turning Lilian from a prodigal noblewoman into a **** - not just to herself, but potentially the society of Armelia as a whole. Again. Or that, although a grievously bothersome woman, she did not deserve such a fate.

But I was not in such a mood, and the thought did not cross my mind.

Instead, I thought of the next step of venting my anger upon this proudly-insufferable woman.

(****, direct angle, austere blonde hair, stuck-up and arrogant, slender elegant build, wry and callous grin, standing straight, arms crossed, ostentatious and wealthy apparel, posh castle bedroom)[Tracker: **** x1.1, Baseline Lilian x0.9]