[The young man listens intently, obvious by the way he keeps his eyes on her, almost leaning in her direction; the hand with the flower is gradually drawn back so he can hold it in both his hands, more to gingerly rub at the leaves in thought rather than as a retraction of his offer.
He's not unfamiliar with the idea of succession; while not a prince of his own tale, he had enough years as a child in a village and in this tower hearing tales from the Fae to understand there can only be one king or queen of the land he lived in. He could even think of the idea that she's being tested rather than one of them arbitrarily thrown away as a kindness, comparatively.
Still, it... seems wrong, somehow. He doesn't like the idea. His lips press together slightly as he considers.]
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He's not unfamiliar with the idea of succession; while not a prince of his own tale, he had enough years as a child in a village and in this tower hearing tales from the Fae to understand there can only be one king or queen of the land he lived in. He could even think of the idea that she's being tested rather than one of them arbitrarily thrown away as a kindness, comparatively.
Still, it... seems wrong, somehow. He doesn't like the idea. His lips press together slightly as he considers.]
What will happen to the one of you that doesn't?