Lady Cloris is Lia's Aunt. She lives at the Citadelle to attend her sister, Queen Regheena. Originally of a noble family of Gastineux.

Personality Edit

Cloris primarily exists to fuss at other people for not behaving appropriately or living up to their duty. She is something of a foil to Lady Bernette.

History Edit

  • Cloris is present at Lia's kavah ceremony, admonishing her to be still.
  • Lia recounts Cloris' attempts to teach her to make lace.
  • Cloris' version of The Devastation focuses on obedience.
  • Cloris describes the marriage of Lia's parents as a "confluence of destinies," but omits the word 'love'.
  • Present at the Civica Coup.
  • Frequently objects to breaches of protocol.

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Trivia Edit

  • Suffers from headaches

Quotes Edit

[Lia] “My required attempts at lace making had always resulted in haphazard knots not fit for a fishing net, and my aunt Cloris accused me of deliberately not paying attention. It exasperated her even more that I didn’t deny it.” (KOD, Ch. 6)
“Hope is a slippery fish—impossible to hold on to for long” (HOB, Ch. 28)
[Lia] “She didn’t use the word love. My aunt Cloris called it a “confluence of destinies.” I thought it was a beautiful word when she said it, confluence, and I was certain it had to mean something beautiful and sweet, like a powdered pastry. She said the king of Morrighan was thirty-four and had still not found a proper match when a noble First Daughter of a kingdom under siege had caught a Lord’s eye on a diplomatic trip to Gastineux.
Confluence—a coming together by chance, like meandering brooks that join up in a distant unseen gorge. Together they become something greater, but it isn’t delicate or sweet. Like a raging river, a confluence can lead to something impossible to predict or control. My aunt Cloris deserved more credit for her astuteness than I had given her.” (HOB, Ch. 43)
[Lia] “It was strange that I hadn’t even seen Aunt Cloris bustling about. She was always hurrying somewhere, usually with a complaint about one chore or another not being done properly. For her even the protocol of mourning would have its shortcomings. She was a woman of daily tasks, but of no lingering, no laughter, no dreams.” (BOD, Ch. 47)

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