[...He is every bit of a lord that Beatrix would expect. Not that she can claim she has really met many. (Or any, most likely.) But he sounds like every lord that gets spoken of at galas and fancy to-dos that she wants very little to do with. Moves like one. Obviously knows what he's doing. He might as well be a professional. And Beatrix is just...
Beatrix is just Beatrix. How very impressive.
His words are heavier than he likely means for them to be. Or maybe it's intentional. It's not like she can tell for certain without asking and she has very little intention of doing that. But she wonders if she would consider herself 'fortunate' at all. If she hadn't been a knight, Beatrix supposes she might have like any other girl who wanted to serve the queen as a lady-in-waiting or something like that. A life of cross-stitching and diplomatic conversations where she pretended to be interested in other people when she... wasn't.
Courtly sorts can sometimes be awful. Not all of them. But enough that Beatrix evidently isn't real fond of how they handle their dealings. In the end, she decides not to address anything about her so-called good fortune. He can think what he will of it.]
You sound like other people I know here when you say nonsense like that. [Beatrix shakes her head at him.] I am not going to be here infinitely. It would be foolish to play at something I am not only to go back to a world where I have expectations to live up to. Trying to be something more in addition to a knight? There is no room for that in my responsibilities. I refuse to live my life in such a way where I am entertaining the notion of some pretend lifestyle.
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Beatrix is just Beatrix. How very impressive.
His words are heavier than he likely means for them to be. Or maybe it's intentional. It's not like she can tell for certain without asking and she has very little intention of doing that. But she wonders if she would consider herself 'fortunate' at all. If she hadn't been a knight, Beatrix supposes she might have like any other girl who wanted to serve the queen as a lady-in-waiting or something like that. A life of cross-stitching and diplomatic conversations where she pretended to be interested in other people when she... wasn't.
Courtly sorts can sometimes be awful. Not all of them. But enough that Beatrix evidently isn't real fond of how they handle their dealings. In the end, she decides not to address anything about her so-called good fortune. He can think what he will of it.]
You sound like other people I know here when you say nonsense like that. [Beatrix shakes her head at him.] I am not going to be here infinitely. It would be foolish to play at something I am not only to go back to a world where I have expectations to live up to. Trying to be something more in addition to a knight? There is no room for that in my responsibilities. I refuse to live my life in such a way where I am entertaining the notion of some pretend lifestyle.