Gideon Nav

Gideon stares at him for a long time, no I'm not on the tip of her tongue. But she doesn't say it. "I'm sworn to the Ninth House," she says, finally. "Cavalier primary to Harrowhark Nonagesimus, the greatest necromancer of her age. And I only found out what that meant a few days before I got here." She sinks down in the chair properly, her chin in her hand. "I didn't choose it in the first place. But I chose it again, at the end, and that matters. It--needs to matter. I don't know how to choose someone else, or someones else, without making it not matter anymore."