“The, erm, the ones on my hands…” I ran my thumb over the piercings on my other hand. “They’re royal. I got them when I became Moric. But there are others we get. When, erm, when a vint wishes to join with another in union, they pierce their lip to symbolise how they will never speak ill of their betrothed or touch another’s, erm… b-body with their mouth.”
