[He's caught off guard by that, pausing in his stalk-binding to lift a hand up to the flowers. King, she says. Even with a crown, makeshift or otherwise, he still doesn't feel like one. It's quite different from the Lucian crown, of course, not that he's ever worn it; he has no idea where it might be at this point. Cor might know, considering he carries his father's jacket tassel, but it never mattered enough to ask, not worth the memories it would bring up for either of them. It's just a piece of metal, in the end, one he hadn't yet earned.
Shaking off his surprise and those uncertain thoughts, he manages another smile, lifting a fresh flower to add to his chain.]
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Shaking off his surprise and those uncertain thoughts, he manages another smile, lifting a fresh flower to add to his chain.]
I think you wear it better.