BASTIEN
you'll never settle any of your scores
your grace is wasted in your face
Bastien was not one to often put himself down or admit his own faults, so he had truly meant it when he said he was not worth this; he knew his worth. Rexanna's life, potentially, was far beyond what he was. Softly shaking his head, he sighed mournfully. Had he made a mistake here? Everything had been going so well, only to come crashing down in one sarcastic action against a guard.your grace is wasted in your face
She went on to list things she had done, been called. They didn't lower Bastien's opinion of her (if anything, he was proud she could go through so much and be who she was) but they did make him wonder if it was truly fair to force her to go through more. She was young, they both were; if this had all happened in the first third of their lives, what would the rest hold?
"I...I just hope it is a short payment, then. That the natural happens and this Queen is without a head by next week." There was not a lack of venom, of bitterness, in these words. "You--" He was interrupted by a sudden flash of weakness, a pain in the front of his head. He stumbled a little, lifted a hand to his temple. "Sorry, I...I could not feed in the jail. I should have asked when you were there...they gave me food but that is no longer enough, I find."
your boldness stands alone
among the wreck
among the wreck
