“oh, everything and more, your grace.” that hint of mischief in her smile became far more pronounced in her voice as she turned to look back at the castle. she had requested (perhaps ordered would be more apt) privacy, for what was discussed between royalty should be kept private, should it not? or, that was the reasoning she used to keep her guard from breathing down her neck for a moment or two. returning attention to the pharaoh, a hand beckoned him to follower her as she walked close along the wall, towards a blind spot she was all too aware of.
“are you fond of forests? i find them to be so peaceful.” conversational, although all too poignant as she canted her head towards the woods just off to the side. the perfect environment to slip away, unseen, for just an hour or so – certainly not long enough that they’d be missed.
Those prying eyes were something the monarch knew all to well of. Something one tends to turn blind to when raised in it. Yet, they do prove to be something of a pain when you’re still under a parents gaze. Atem does follow her close as she beckons and he’ll muse upon the similarity of the two. Both birds trapped in their cages so to speak. Yet a King was allowed the illusion of far more freedoms than the princess before him.
❝I am. The lush greens are such a change from the near endless deserts and grasslands.❞ He wouldn’t be lying that it was a shock when he first set eyes upon such thick forests, but he nods as a mischievous spark does catch in him. To the woods then.
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