Cassian

My steps stopped in the corridor. Whether I was the one setting the price, I still cannot say.

• Cassian's ConfidantYour Highness, the next appointment has been pushed back half an hour.
  CassianLet it wait.
• Marchioness BernhardtOh my, if Your Highness stood in the corridor that long, there must be three rumors going around already.
  CassianI'll take that to mean the marchioness has three mouths.

I never used to linger at the mirror. Lately my own face feels unfamiliar enough that I look twice.

• Mariel...Your Highness, you've grown a little thin.
  CassianA saintess candidate's diagnosis. A first.
• Rival Saintess CandidateWhatever face Your Highness wears, you're still the imperial family. Someone like me wouldn't dare even look up.
  Marchioness BernhardtSave that modesty for the selection ceremony.