“And what display is that, Grand Magus? What mayhem have I caused?” she asked. His jaw clenched and Grimm shifted on his feet. “You defied our customs and made a mockery of the wedding ceremony, for one.” He chopped one hand with the other. “You were to show the common people that someone of their station has climbed the social ladder and they needn’t worry any longer, not parade about like a harlot.” “I thought,” she spoke sharply, words laced with poison, “that I was to erase the lines of inequality, Grand Magus, and
