Greatwater Lake duchess

a bawd who fed their own siblings into the flesh market? taking the exotic quite literally, maggie rolled her eyes in a great show, hoping to quell her growing fear. "of course the devil 'erself would see fit to take my path!"
"a cruel bawd," she shot back, leering toward the cold loveliness of the other. "where is this king then? an' what will 'e give for the postin' pleasure o' the duchess 'erself?" another rakish cackle. "take me to 'im, if 'e can pay. never met a cull yet i couldn't tame."
a challenge in the glacial stare.