[ She sits back down beside him, not bothered by the dampness of the grass beneath her. She shares her warmth with him by proximity alone, and the arm that will link with his beneath the blanket if he’s open to it. ]
You do know I’ve no royal blood.
[ She knows she’s secretive but... hey, that counts as telling him about herself, of what she is not. ]
no subject
You do know I’ve no royal blood.
[ She knows she’s secretive but... hey, that counts as telling him about herself, of what she is not. ]