[ In the face of his certainty, her heart starts to beat a little strangely. Not any faster; merely with a different tempo, a bit higher up toward her throat. It's a wonder that he can hold her hand and not feel it in her pulse. ]
... alright.
[ At the very least, if she sees the conversation, then she'll know what words to use next time. So Nikolai doesn't have to fight another battle on her behalf. ]
Thank you, N— [ They're not in a balloon anymore, miles above any prying ears, so the intended word fades away after a single clicked out syllable. Even in a half-abandoned corridor, it feels wrong somehow. Maybe sullied hands is still bouncing around in her head. ] — Your Majesty.
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... alright.
[ At the very least, if she sees the conversation, then she'll know what words to use next time. So Nikolai doesn't have to fight another battle on her behalf. ]
Thank you, N— [ They're not in a balloon anymore, miles above any prying ears, so the intended word fades away after a single clicked out syllable. Even in a half-abandoned corridor, it feels wrong somehow. Maybe sullied hands is still bouncing around in her head. ] — Your Majesty.
[ Her fingers still cling to his. ]