“my face was just made to be on a stamp or currency, right?” nat laughed, jumping into various poses to show off her features before ultimately brushing the idea away entirely. “but that’s reserved for the actual monarch and even if i wanted to be the queen of belgium i don’t know how everyone else would feel about it.” again she just shrugged the thought off, speaking to whoever would listen. “all i know is whoever gets to marry this face is one lucky lad, am i right?”














