[It's a loaded question. Or it could be, if she lets it. Fortescue swallows down more of her drink, considering how to word things. Not really because she wants to keep it from Maria — at this point, she'd be more or less happy to come clean to a woman who has become a very dear friend to her. But she can't handle it right now. Not with what she was just handed.
Which is essentially a nice up yours, in regards to how her career had gone.]
My magic is prized in certain... shadowy parts of the Empire, for subterfuge. They made me an offer that I... had to take.
[She wrinkles her nose. Too right, how they'd expressly manipulated a protective sixteen-year-old to sign her life away. Anything to save her little sister. Anything.]
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Which is essentially a nice up yours, in regards to how her career had gone.]
My magic is prized in certain... shadowy parts of the Empire, for subterfuge. They made me an offer that I... had to take.
[She wrinkles her nose. Too right, how they'd expressly manipulated a protective sixteen-year-old to sign her life away. Anything to save her little sister. Anything.]