It leaves Peter feeling strange to have spoken so long, and about himself as well. He’s much more comfortable listening to Rexanna speak, his lips silently repeating the places she mentions. There are parts of what she says that seem familiar, more similarities peeking out than differences, though the differences are many.
As soon as she falls silent, Peter speaks, giving voice to questions as tactfully as he can. ”Why did... why did you move? From... Halyven to Aciend?” He kept his eyes on her face, watching for any flickers of discomfort, ready to take the question back in a heartbeat. There was a silly question on his lips as well, asked after a beat, as if to give her an option of which to answer. ”What’s it like in... inside of one? A... a castle?”
The closest he would consider was the Launceleyn manor, and he turned, just for a moment, to glance behind him, as if he would find the house looming over them. It was the most elegant place he had ever been in, with a single incredibly uncomfortable exception. The thought of castles brings another question to his lips, this one said with a hushed curiosity. ”Are you... a queen?”
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
