BASTIEN
Rexanna's question was harder than she might have known; Bastien had not had an adult conversation with his father once, barely remembered the way he spoke from half-forgotten memories of his childhood. Still, he knew his morals, ideas, the way his written word had come across - enough to make an idea. "He would be happy about the marriage. That I was considering children...less happy that I was not married to a girl from Indian roots. But I think once he got to know you, he'd understand." Hopefully. Admittedly, Bastien was more saying this as a kindness to Rexanna rather than as anything he thought likely, but it hardly mattered.
As she stroked his thumb he turned his hand and opened it, letting her trace her fingers around on his palm. The sensation was not quite the same since his Ascension, but it was still something intimate, soft, private. "Oh...did you want to leave, with the King? I cannot imagine you want to leave your parents, but the call of the noble life, perhaps, for a teenager..." He knew it had not been a dream in reality, but he could see someone young getting caught up in the fantasy initially.
As she stroked his thumb he turned his hand and opened it, letting her trace her fingers around on his palm. The sensation was not quite the same since his Ascension, but it was still something intimate, soft, private. "Oh...did you want to leave, with the King? I cannot imagine you want to leave your parents, but the call of the noble life, perhaps, for a teenager..." He knew it had not been a dream in reality, but he could see someone young getting caught up in the fantasy initially.
And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tatter-tatters you're entrancing
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