"Lady Liliandil," she repeats, fog-gray gaze wide and startled. The lady gleams under the starlight, gleams with the starlight, and as she notices it in truth, realization sinks in.

(daughter of the stars)

Susan grows snow-pale all in an instant, save for two spots of color high on her cheeks.

"Lady Queen." Barely a whisper, but it hangs clear on the night air between them.