[ The only secret she had to tell, was the only one they would never draw from her. Tucked in around her neck, hidden away under the folds of material covering her now. Everything else - well, it was fair game for someone to believe, but they were all saved much frustration from that. No one after all, would believe a story about a time travelling Queen. ]

I would hate to ruin their game. [ Her head turning away into the material, muffling the laughter there. Far be it from her to speak ill of their hosts.

His question though, makes easy opportunity to step in close. Wine held in close as she leans to murmur to him, letting her words brush close. ] I did, when they were... more so. This is devoid of... much of what I am used to. It all seems to be an excuse to stand in a great room and get drunk.