Heβs been trained to read the room. To read the context clues. To read politics and scheming and planning and people. Heβs a Prince, itβs either that or accidentally drink poison by age 15. And he reads her and β¦
Sheβs impossibly wealthy. The dress isnβt a fabric he can recognize, but itβs beaded with cut diamonds, faintly milky opals that shimmer with a rainbow, little pale aquamarines, and somewhere are little bells gently ringing with each step - heβs a Prince and he canβt afford to dress like that. The slippers ring too β¦ there is nothing like that crafted by the hands of humans. Thatβs fairy stuff. She has an in with them that eclipses royal politics. She is powerful in the Old Ways.
All this wraps around the poorest woman heβs ever seen in his entire life, and heβs seen some very, very, poor people in his time.
Poor in money, but poor in βoh you poor thing!β as well. This is someone who has been robbed blind. This is someone who carried themselves waiting for the lash, for a browbeating, for harsh, cruel, abrupt, punishment.
He expects her to be haughty, or hard, or meek orβ¦ something elseβ¦ but sheβs just nice. Sheβs just β¦ nice.
The rigid posture comes out of his back, his tongue unsticks. Sheβs like sitting by the embers of a low, calm, fire. He feels warmed and rested simply speaking to her. He wonders if itβs magic, and it might be, but if it is it is magic that is her own.
And that terrifies him, because heβs trained to see these things and he knows someone with a cruel hand is waiting to douse her, and snuff her, and beat the last glimmer out of her shining eyes - eyes that put that dress to shame and and and andβ¦ sheβs gone.
Oh god, sheβs gone. It will be all over her sweet, kind, warm face that she transgressed and β¦ oh god theyβll kill her, whoever they are. This will embarrass them and if thereβs anything he knows, itβs that you donβt humiliate someone who has power over you and walk away unscathed.
And all he has is a fairy slipper that will only ever fit her foot (itβs not merely shoe size, itβs a kind of spiritual fit as well), and the vain hope that he can keep such a bright light from burning out. It doesnβt even touch his heart that what heβs feeling is a kind of pure philia, not until it enraptures him soul to bones, all at once. Oh god, oh no, oh shitβ¦ heβs reached well above his station, butβ¦he can try to be good and worthy.
The way he sees it, sometimes even the strongest people can be brought low and need justβ¦ a little help. She had enough in her to do whatever she had to do to free herself of those evil relations if she had to, but she shouldnβt have to. Thereβs no glory in blood. Sometimes itβs okay for the ending to be happily ever after.