Again Abrogail Thrune speaks none of her thoughts, about what she prays to be the trope-foreshadowed destiny of a compact that Asmodeus Himself would have thought was only humoring this woman: whether Carissa will become someday an Empress who judges Abrogail's suitability as Queen, a Lord Ruler of Golarion who might leave Golarion with an army to conquer some other place for Hell, and whether come that day she'd have Abrogail with her as advisor, or leave Abrogail behind as regent, or have long since ceased to think of an obsoleted and discarded administrator of the Chelish region.

Abrogail says none of it, for if she says it, it's less likely to happen; there's all too many twists the tropes could play on them, if Abrogail speaks it aloud, and makes it a reader expectation that must be subverted.  And to say any such thing would also push Carissa's pride far far ahead of what her present position justifies.  Carissa herself, no doubt, is carefully not thinking any such thing; and that makes it Abrogail's place to read ahead in the story and think those thoughts for her.

Abrogail dances her evening's first and last dance with Carissa, and keeps her thoughts to herself while the music plays.

Again Abrogail Thrune speaks none of her thoughts, about what she prays to be the trope-foreshadowed destiny of a compact that Asmodeus Himself would have thought was only humoring this woman: whether Carissa will become someday an Empress who judges Abrogail's suitability as Queen, or a Lord Ruler of Golarion who might leave Golarion with an army to conquer some other place for Hell, and whether come that day she'd have Abrogail with her as advisor, or leave Abrogail behind as regent, or have long since ceased to think of an obsoleted and discarded administrator of the Chelish region.

Abrogail says none of it, for if she says it, it's less likely to happen; there's all too many twists the tropes could play on them, if Abrogail speaks it aloud, and makes it a reader expectation that must be subverted.  And to say any such thing would also push Carissa's pride far far ahead of what her present position justifies.  Carissa herself, no doubt, is carefully not thinking any such thing; and that makes it Abrogail's place to read ahead in the story and think those thoughts for her.

Abrogail dances her evening's first and last dance with Carissa, and keeps her thoughts to herself while the music plays.

Again Abrogail Thrune speaks none of her thoughts, about what she prays to be the trope-foreshadowed destiny of a compact that Asmodeus Himself would have thought was only humoring this woman: whether Carissa will become someday an Empress who judges Abrogail's suitability as Queen, or a Lord Ruler of Golarion who might leave Golarion with an army to conquer some other place for Hell, and whether come that day she'd have Abrogail with her as advisor, or leave Abrogail behind as regent, or have long since ceased to think of an obsoleted and discarded administrator of the Chelish region.

Abrogail says none of it, for if she says it, it's less likely to happen; there's all too many twists the tropes could play on them, if Abrogail speaks it aloud, and makes it an expectation that must be subverted.  And to say any such thing would also push Carissa's pride far far ahead of what her present position justifies.  Carissa herself, no doubt, is carefully not thinking any such thing; and that makes it Abrogail's place to read ahead in the story and think those thoughts for her.

Abrogail dances her evening's first and last dance with Carissa, and keeps her thoughts to herself while the music plays.

Again Abrogail Thrune speaks none of her thoughts, about what she prays to be the trope-foreshadowed destiny of a compact that Asmodeus Himself would have thought was only humoring this woman: whether Carissa will become someday an Empress who judges Abrogail's suitability as Queen, or become Lord Ruler of Golarion, or leave Golarion with an army to conquer some other place for Hell.  And whether come that day she'd have Abrogail with her as advisor, or leave Abrogail behind as regent, or have long since ceased to think of an obsoleted and discarded administrator of the Chelish region.

Abrogail says none of it, for if she says it, it's less likely to happen; there's all too many twists the tropes could play on them, if Abrogail speaks it aloud, and makes it an expectation that must be subverted.  And to say any such thing would also push Carissa's pride far far ahead of what her present position justifies.  Carissa herself, no doubt, is carefully not thinking any such thing; and that makes it Abrogail's place to read ahead in the story and think those thoughts for her.

Abrogail dances her evening's first and last dance with Carissa, and keeps her thoughts to herself while the music plays.

Again Abrogail Thrune speaks none of her thoughts, about what she prays to be the trope-foreshadowed destiny of a compact that Asmodeus Himself might have thought was only humoring this woman: whether Carissa will become someday an Empress who judges Abrogail's suitability as Queen, or become Lord Ruler of Golarion, or leave Golarion with an army to conquer some other place for Hell.  And whether come that day she'd have Abrogail with her as advisor, or leave Abrogail behind as regent, or have long since ceased to think of an obsoleted and discarded administrator of the Chelish region.

Abrogail says none of it, for if she says it, it's less likely to happen; there's all too many twists the tropes could play on them, if Abrogail speaks it aloud, and makes it an expectation that must be subverted.  And to say any such thing would also push Carissa's pride far far ahead of what her present position justifies.  Carissa herself, no doubt, is carefully not thinking any such thing; and that makes it Abrogail's place to read ahead in the story and think those thoughts for her.

Abrogail dances her evening's first and last dance with Carissa, and keeps her thoughts to herself while the music plays.