Taagi Baara Steppes - Southern Reaches "Of course not, My Lady." Her voice was soft, even, a pleasant smile on her face and her eyes as gentle as she could make them be. The woman in front of her was a mess of tears and saliva, having spent the last three hours sobbing like a child who had lost a family pet. Djana almost felt sorry for her, almost. Some had no stomach for the games of the nobility, some could never right certain things in their minds. She was not one of them, but this woman? This woman seemed hardly to understand her own little world. It was sad really, the fact that someone like this would have been born into this life. She would have done better as the wife of a farmer. Instead she was to be wed away to some noble across the Sayve, securing an Alliance and ensuring that her father kept his Keep. It was the way of things in this part, and if she didn't do it there would be a war. "I assure you Lord Arad is a good man." That was a lie, he was a dog of the worst sort, but she didn't need to know that. Not when she was already acting like this. "He will take care of you." Softly Djana patted the woman's hair, drawing her up and putting her back into the chair behind her. She couldn't stand to see her crying on the floor any more. It was a tad pathetic. "Why don't I see if I can find your sister? You two should spend more time together." The woman blubbered something, but Djana was no longer listening. She had arranged this marriage almost by herself, and she would not have it undone by this simpering wench. Not when things were so close. Standing, she brushed her dress softly, wiping away some of the woman's tears and sneering slightly as she closed the door behind her and stepped out into the hallway.