“I have something to say and you’re going to want to interject and say something too, but I need you not to because what I have to say is important for you to hear. This is something you need to hear.” She speaks with a nervous, rambling voice and her hands wring together making her anxiety more apparent as she tries to stop pacing the floor so she can sit beside him on his bed.
“My favorite color isn’t blue. People think it is, but it’s not, my favorite color is purple. I really like chocolate, but I don’t eat other sweets that often. I have trouble sleeping at night when it’s dark because I feel alone and it scares me, being alone scares me.” There’s a tear or two on her cheeks now. “I like to garden, and painting, and I really like to knit even though I’m terrible at it; my mother knitted and it reminds me of her...I miss her. I miss both of my parents very much and I worry sometimes that I’m not as good of a queen as my father was a king because even though he’s not here I still look up to him.”
She wipes the tears from her eyes and more find their way to the surface.
“These are things about myself you don’t know because I haven’t told you. sharing parts of myself like this isn’t easy for me, I still have a hard time trust someone with all of me, but I want to. I want to trust you, Hans. I want to give you every part of myself even though it scares me that you might love me now and then one day stop. I’m afraid to let myself be hurt like that. You’re worth it, though. You’re worth trusting with all of me.”
