"It's beautiful too." That she would try, and no, it's not how it should be said, but it doesn't matter so much that she tried, nothing that endears her quicker to the girl.
"All sorts. I did nothing but nag the -- priests for them as a child." Laughs briskly with it, how she'd sit at their feet, studious as she must be to be Queen, but eager too. To hear the tales that they could speak at length. "My husband would employ poets and playwrites from every corner and let us see them. So it really matters what story you would like, and how well I remember them." It's teasing then, at least a little, though it comes only in the crinkle of her eyes and the upturned corner of her mouth. "Love, perhaps, or war, they are the favourites together?" Didn't matter which country she went to, so much was the same.
well, I mean, there could be cookies at the end
"All sorts. I did nothing but nag the -- priests for them as a child." Laughs briskly with it, how she'd sit at their feet, studious as she must be to be Queen, but eager too. To hear the tales that they could speak at length. "My husband would employ poets and playwrites from every corner and let us see them. So it really matters what story you would like, and how well I remember them." It's teasing then, at least a little, though it comes only in the crinkle of her eyes and the upturned corner of her mouth. "Love, perhaps, or war, they are the favourites together?" Didn't matter which country she went to, so much was the same.