Graceful Descent

[Kauket]

She had no interest in him beyond curious fascination. What his angle may have been. Curiously peering at him as he mentioned being the Queen's underdog,

"And would that not place you under a tighter watch with such power?"

It rubbed off onto her as suspicious, why would he retain such feelings after so many years? What answers was he looking for? No doubt. He was looking to learn. He is still operating for the Queen.

"How curious, how you can operate for the Queen - to stand with someone who broke her very will of the realms as a grave insult. To be fascinated in me, raises many questions in itself - particularly after so much time. Me? Sweet? Oh no. My bitterness is a unique indulgence. A very acquired taste that appeals to few. "

Following him along, the intrigue was still captivated within the state. Yet a sense of pompousness brushed off from the pride. Torn between disgust and appreciation for their preservation of historical values, there was still a certain sour taste for the Imperial loyalty. How can someone be so proud, so content, with the subjuguation and slaughter of millions of innocents?

She did well to hide such disdain, for such emotions had no place here. Bringing the bottle to the table, she sat down as he offered out the chair oh-so-chivalrously, sitting quietly as she gazed out to the landscape. There was a great sense of nostalgia. Even though she had rejected her Bretonian past, it was still a major part of her life. Those rugged memories resurfaced broken shards of the past, vaguely remembering her home town with such familiar views.

Sighing, she slowly blinked, eyeing the landscape before turning to look at him, asking to the point of this whole investment, her tone loosened up, dropping a moderate amount of the accent,

"...What is it that you want with me, really, Victor? Are you trying to figure me out?"