La Souveraineté is a slightly terrifying behemoth that Captain Flint regards with a perpetually jaundiced eye, and it is the love of her life. In the moonlight it's mostly shadows and angles, and on its deck, near the stairs that lead into the house part of the houseboat, a young woman is sitting, wearing a man's shirt too large for her and stockings tied at the knee and a massive shawl for the chill in the air outside, but not much else. It's late, and her bed might or might not contain the owner of this shirt, and what do you want from her.
She's slight when she stands, seeing the shift in shadow of a person coming towards, and she greets Inej with a tilt of the hand holding a bottle of wine,
probably a reasonably good vintage, considering the wine-cellar aboard. It pays to still have an indulgent ducal grandfather, even after all of her disgraces.
Several stories high above the waterline, not only is there a rooftop— it is accessible from a balcony at the uppermost level, where her master suite is.
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La Souveraineté is a slightly terrifying behemoth that Captain Flint regards with a perpetually jaundiced eye, and it is the love of her life. In the moonlight it's mostly shadows and angles, and on its deck, near the stairs that lead into the house part of the houseboat, a young woman is sitting, wearing a man's shirt too large for her and stockings tied at the knee and a massive shawl for the chill in the air outside, but not much else. It's late, and her bed might or might not contain the owner of this shirt, and what do you want from her.
She's slight when she stands, seeing the shift in shadow of a person coming towards, and she greets Inej with a tilt of the hand holding a bottle of wine,
probably a reasonably good vintage, considering the wine-cellar aboard. It pays to still have an indulgent ducal grandfather, even after all of her disgraces.
Several stories high above the waterline, not only is there a rooftop— it is accessible from a balcony at the uppermost level, where her master suite is.