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It doesn’t take a scholar to recognise how different him and his siblings are, each chasing after another wind. Her interest in renown and splendour have long since been replaced by the favourable feelings of peace and safety. She takes it he would like to disagree.

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Rather than seeing him as a burden, she believes his siblings merely do not comprehend his perspectives. He doesn't appear discontent with their life as it is, this much she knows.

A bold assumption, as per usual, that none would care for his opinion in this. How so, she wonders?

Truly they cannot, and perhaps they even shouldn't, either. What does he think?

Alas, she's been recognised, she supposes. Although, Rhae shall not leave an attempt to politely weasel her way out of this encounter untried. „My apologies, Lord. Do I know you? I fear you must’ve mistaken me for someone else, regardless how kind your offer of a drink may be.”

Hm. As much as it would please his mother to hide away from the prying eyes of strangers, such is not achievable.

She frankly would've preferred to remain unseen, or perhaps it is someone else whose presence he is drawn by. The latter would be preferable ...

Little doe, little doe. She shouldn't shed her precious tears over stories from bygone ages.

He sounds displeased about it.

For your sword, rather.

Her dulcet voice carries sweetly into the evening air, singing a song of long forgotten tales. Of dragons, and candles made from glass that in brilliant colours shine …