She nods, stiffly and waits until she's called in to be presented. Another brief look of thanks before she settles in to sit across from Illyan.
Then she does just the same as she had the first time. She follows the story through without hesitation. Says who she is, what she has done, who she fights. Presents it in the same manner as she had with Duv, that she was Queen, soldier, and whatever else she had to be in between. That she would be thankful for protection, that she had not designs nor interest on another Kingdom other than the liberation of her own, as it was she had nothing but the clothes on her back and the sword at her hip. She had fought for years and was as surprised at this interlude as they were. Who her husband's family was, how she had ended up with such enemies and says it all without guilt or lie to her tone. Even and comfortable in the relation of it.
After all, it was everything that mattered and yet none of it at all. If there was anything to tell, it was that there was some things that didn't need to be spoken of. Sir Bors, the Blackwater, just how long she had been fighting. It makes easy conversation, as they come to the end of it, in some regards, as she spells out this battle at that field, that she finds comfort in relaying the details to Illyan which is - a danger in and of itself, perhaps. But since this man apparently had the final say then, well, perhaps it was not the worst thing in the world. That if she was to stay, she would prefer it to be with someone, and Duv, if at all possible, until she was more sure of her surroundings.
She falls silent, when it comes to an end, as he seemed to take it all in in the same way he had everything else. Calm, collected, with barely a flicker of an expression to be had for it. Her hands settled into her lap, patiently waiting for whatever he decides and when he dismisses her, she bows low from the waist, and goes back to the door to wait for whatever it is that will be decided.
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Then she does just the same as she had the first time. She follows the story through without hesitation. Says who she is, what she has done, who she fights. Presents it in the same manner as she had with Duv, that she was Queen, soldier, and whatever else she had to be in between. That she would be thankful for protection, that she had not designs nor interest on another Kingdom other than the liberation of her own, as it was she had nothing but the clothes on her back and the sword at her hip. She had fought for years and was as surprised at this interlude as they were. Who her husband's family was, how she had ended up with such enemies and says it all without guilt or lie to her tone. Even and comfortable in the relation of it.
After all, it was everything that mattered and yet none of it at all. If there was anything to tell, it was that there was some things that didn't need to be spoken of. Sir Bors, the Blackwater, just how long she had been fighting. It makes easy conversation, as they come to the end of it, in some regards, as she spells out this battle at that field, that she finds comfort in relaying the details to Illyan which is - a danger in and of itself, perhaps. But since this man apparently had the final say then, well, perhaps it was not the worst thing in the world. That if she was to stay, she would prefer it to be with someone, and Duv, if at all possible, until she was more sure of her surroundings.
She falls silent, when it comes to an end, as he seemed to take it all in in the same way he had everything else. Calm, collected, with barely a flicker of an expression to be had for it. Her hands settled into her lap, patiently waiting for whatever he decides and when he dismisses her, she bows low from the waist, and goes back to the door to wait for whatever it is that will be decided.