REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
She watches his eyes drift to the rings on her fingers while her own eyes do the same. But when her gaze flits back upwards toward his face, to try and guestimate what it is he thinks of it, she’s taken a small amount back by surprise at his question. It’s not the question that surprises her in the least, after all, more people had been far more tactless about their questions than he has been, and she leans back just enough to brush her hair aside to reveal the full brand, the full “C” shape etched into the collarbone.“My ex-husband from my previous world caused it.” She explains, figuring it’s the least she can do. And besides, it’s not a secret anymore. Her eyes land on him while she gets settled in to explain it all, finding no hardship with it, if it’ll get her answers to her own questions about his home. “Can you keep a secret?” She asks with a bright grin, before she leans forward a small amount again and spreads her hands wide. “I was given to the prince of another land to marry to join our countries together and cease a war.” There’s a lot more back beneath the layers of that statement, but she passes over it.
“But I wasn’t exactly… One hundred percent royal, so they were incredibly upset about it all. And I had no idea my own heritage when they found out. Turns out it was true, and my husband – the Prince, who’s name is Calstron – threw me in the dungeons. Gave me this brand in case I ran, for everyone in both countries to know who’s property I was.” Her voice grows a little bit sour by the end of it, but she trudges on.
“The “C” stands for Calstron, for the Crown. Charlatan. Captive.” She finally says, contemplative. “But none of that matters now, and I think I’m rather fond of it. Reminds me of where I’ve been and what I’ve survived.” She shrugs, looking back to him with a soft smile. "So tell me about you and your home world."
