[h3]Polina Laye[/h3][i]Farisian Maid[/i]

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Polina gave a nod at the maid before she resuming munching on the delicious party food. She suspected it wouldn’t be left at that, however, even as she began to mingle with some of the other nobles as well. Although she mostly made small talk, she did inquire more about the good lord’s affairs, and their opinions on the man. Eventually, Livia returned with the lord, and, a moment later, the supposed relic. 

Nobody in the know believed it was the real thing. 

She looked skeptical at Lucrecia’s suggestion, even after their mistress endorsed the idea. “I suppose I can try,” she finally agreed, after taking a slow sip of her own glass of wine. “The princess was far more of a historian than I ever was.” Polina had always been more focused on the now, than on things of the past. But all the same, she was hardly unlearned. “Let’s see how much I’ve learned through osmosis, and if it’s enough to hook Lord Havershel into letting me have a peek at his collection.”

She’d try not to let her distain for the man bleed through too much.