Then...she twists at the hem of her tunic--she has not yet changed into the princess's gown that she was expected of her, nor would she. She could still be stubborn, even in small ways.]
...I suppose not. But for now, my stomach has decided that such will suffice.
[Her voice is soft, but with that sort of small, bitter bite to it. She was wronged, and hurt. And she doesn't mind lashing out a little bit, even in the tiniest inflection in her tone.]
[Though she doubts that her kidnappers are among them.]
...With the war, it is hard to understand why it would be best to see my people rise from the ashes to fight again. We have always been a neutral nation, known for healing and safe havens; in our old lands, there were more Churches than there were garrisons.
[He did speak truly. On both accounts. If nothing else, she had to appreciate his honesty.
...If she remained here, she'd die. That was a strange thing to think about...but it also meant that she'd have to get the hell out as quickly as she could. But at the same time...
What could she do? She didn't have the strength to rally the people against Light and the others and rule the land herself. She couldn't do anything...
But she wasn't going to be used. Not again. The civil war had happened because of succession, but also because of the nobility wanting to take advantage of either the Queen's strength, or Ovelia's weakness...
She looked down a moment, before looking up, doing all she could to give Delita a steady glance.]
I have...no doubt of either point.
[Her voice came out a little hesitant, but there was that small spark in there.]
You do speak true, and I suppose...I should thank you for your honesty.
[At the very least, nobody's making any airs about it. She's a convenience, nothing more.]
[Ovelia looks genuinely surprised at that remark. Wait, why is he being so nice? He'd just broken her heart and KIDNAPPED her. All for the sake of some guy who wants to use her.
She then shakes off her surprise and looks at him, evenly. She's at least softened a little. Her glare's gone from "I want to eat your unborn children" to "I want to punch you in the face."]
...Do you?
[Of course, whatever response he gives, she won't trust it. She's just gauging his reaction.]
...You've not been eating. A princess cannot live on conviction alone.
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Then...she twists at the hem of her tunic--she has not yet changed into the princess's gown that she was expected of her, nor would she. She could still be stubborn, even in small ways.]
...I suppose not. But for now, my stomach has decided that such will suffice.
[Her voice is soft, but with that sort of small, bitter bite to it. She was wronged, and hurt. And she doesn't mind lashing out a little bit, even in the tiniest inflection in her tone.]
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[She laughs, but it is a small, humorless one.]
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[Though she doubts that her kidnappers are among them.]
...With the war, it is hard to understand why it would be best to see my people rise from the ashes to fight again. We have always been a neutral nation, known for healing and safe havens; in our old lands, there were more Churches than there were garrisons.
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Mistake me not. Ser Light cares nothing for you, and I've no doubt that should you remain here, you will meet a swift end.
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...If she remained here, she'd die. That was a strange thing to think about...but it also meant that she'd have to get the hell out as quickly as she could. But at the same time...
What could she do? She didn't have the strength to rally the people against Light and the others and rule the land herself. She couldn't do anything...
But she wasn't going to be used. Not again. The civil war had happened because of succession, but also because of the nobility wanting to take advantage of either the Queen's strength, or Ovelia's weakness...
She looked down a moment, before looking up, doing all she could to give Delita a steady glance.]
I have...no doubt of either point.
[Her voice came out a little hesitant, but there was that small spark in there.]
You do speak true, and I suppose...I should thank you for your honesty.
[At the very least, nobody's making any airs about it. She's a convenience, nothing more.]
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There are those who do.
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She then shakes off her surprise and looks at him, evenly. She's at least softened a little. Her glare's gone from "I want to eat your unborn children" to "I want to punch you in the face."]
...Do you?
[Of course, whatever response he gives, she won't trust it. She's just gauging his reaction.]
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Despite that...
Yes. I do.
Whether you believe me or not, my answer shall not change.
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May I ask you a question, then?
[She lowers her head, her voice quiet. Her anger is in her voice still, though there's less of it than before.]
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Were you truly enjoying yourself with me?
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The smile on my face was not one born of deceit.
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...Maybe it was just the part of her that wished to be 'normal'. She looks up at him, more vulnerable than she wished to appear.]
...Then that, at least...
That is a comfort.
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