[Beatrix says it like she doesn't know what to make of the word, but she supposes there's likely some truth in it. Anonymous parcels get sent all the time to those within Alexandrian court and she's not exception. Lines of poetry about hair and eyes and other romantic ideals in courtyards and such things.
She decides to leave it at that. Admirers or not, Beatrix has never taken the time to entertain such a notion.]
I suppose her not missing me is a blessing of sorts. In one way or another. Although even were I not there, awake, I do not think she is the sort to miss me. I am, after all, merely a servant in her kingdom. If it were not me, it would simply be another. Such is the life of a servant, I should think.
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[Beatrix says it like she doesn't know what to make of the word, but she supposes there's likely some truth in it. Anonymous parcels get sent all the time to those within Alexandrian court and she's not exception. Lines of poetry about hair and eyes and other romantic ideals in courtyards and such things.
She decides to leave it at that. Admirers or not, Beatrix has never taken the time to entertain such a notion.]
I suppose her not missing me is a blessing of sorts. In one way or another. Although even were I not there, awake, I do not think she is the sort to miss me. I am, after all, merely a servant in her kingdom. If it were not me, it would simply be another. Such is the life of a servant, I should think.