Edelynn laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “Either way, the kitchen is kind of a place everyone probably knows how to find here by now.” She couldn’t imagine just not looking for it. When he asked if it bothered her to have a lot of free time, she nodded. “It does sometimes. I do like reading and doing my own thing, but there are more important things I would rather be doing.” She hadn’t wished she was a boy, but she had wished that she could be treated like one. She wanted to be just as important as her brothers were. “We do have a parliament of sorts. They help advise my father, the king, on what to do. But the choice is ultimately his.” However, her father was a smarter king than most and welcomes different ideas. “There are other universes?” She asked, more than skeptical. “I am not a pessimist, I am a realist. Though, I suppose I can’t pretend to understand the bounds of nature.” She didn’t really like the way he was talking to her, but she was used to it by now. “So you are a leader? I think you’ll need to work on your people skills.”
Jameson was aware of what free time did to him, that when he was not subject to school or the navy, he was often causing trouble. When his father finally forced him straight, he began to forget the freedom to enjoy oneself. Instead, he spent most of his hours' learning and training, becoming what he believed his father wanted him to be. “What would you rather be doing?” He questioned, curious to know her desires. Perhaps, somehow, he could help her break from her routine. “So you are a princess then?” He had met one before, the current princess of his empire. Though he never spoke to her openly, always aware that royal would never grant him the benefit of the doubt. “Where are you from?” He asked, having realized he hadn’t before. It seemed she was from a different time period, one where her father was no doubt important. “Always. Did you think this universe was only of this solar system? There is more beyond what our eyes can see. Realist or not, never agree what the society has chosen you to learn.” Jameson often enjoyed challenging the norms, even if it meant trouble in his wake. “I am a Lieutenant -- and why? What’s wrong with them? My skills match the people I know. What more do you want, me to be some rainbow and sunshine leader? That’s not how it works.”