littlemisslettie:
she laughed at the two, before focusing on rocco’s question. “i’m sixteen years old.” she answered it easily, but she didn’t brush it away. she invited the question, giving it all the importance it deserved, coming from him. he held the question with regard, so she matched it. she could already tell he was curious and smart, and violet would never deter that in a young mind. even if she herself had never been the inquisitive type. she admired it. “and how old are you, My Queen?” the answer, at least, would be funny. there was a gleam in her eye that showed her impish nature beginning to surface.
“Wow, that’s old,” Rocco immediately replied, to Ziyu’s exasperated and enduring horror. She’d always counselled him to be honest, and she supposed they were reaching that point where he could not comprehend the different between honest and blunt and rude. “Rocco,” she admonished gently but firmly. “That’s not very nice to say. Sorry,” she apologised quickly to Violet, giving her a little grimace, although she relaxed a bit to see Violet wasn’t taking it too poorly. “It pains me to say I’m forty, creaking around on my ancient bones,” she added, trying to inject as much humour into her words as possible. “Would you ever believe it?”















