Moment Of Softness
Vyan was on his way to the dining hall when he saw Iyana climbing up the stairs, her gown all tattered and muddy. She looked like she had just wrestled a swamp and lost.
Iyana spotted him and immediately cut off his impending comment. "If you are going to say 'I told you so,' save it. I know. This was a catastrophically bad idea."
She pouted, surveying the wreckage of her once beautiful gown. "My poor dress. It never stood a chance."
Vyan rolled his eyes, descending the stairs at a leisurely pace. "No, that's not what I was going to say. I was just curious how your gown got so tattered from cleaning a simple stable."
"A simple stable?" she gasped dramatically, freezing mid-step. "In what twisted universe do you call that godown a simple stable? You have twenty horses, Your Grace! Twenty!"
"And here I thought I needed more," he mused, shaking his head in mock disappointment.