“Tell me councilors, how many of you have done as much for Faithfall as the High Consort? You’ve done little to less than Oleander does every morning before breakfast. So until the Matriarchs make their judgement on this matter I would advise you to keep your terrible opinions between your teeth.”
The best thing about that article is that there gets to be a point where you’re like surely. Surely we can’t get sexier and less-martyr-y than this. And that point is about a 3rd of the way through the piece.
Adding one of my faves not included in the article:
Nicolas Régnier (1591–1667) Saint Sebastian tended by Saint Irène, c.1625,
