[Beatrix decides right away that such a pointed inquiry is almost certainly a trap. There are the whispers. The screams. Those who have turned into ice, words frozen in throats. It's not hard to understand. Those who can't speak, can't sling accusations. Can't voice concerns, legitimate or invalid though they may be. And the same goes for the dead.
Ofttimes, truth falls along with those cut down to conceal it.
"I would hate to see you end up in a similar state."
It's a threat. Cunningly provided in a way that whatever potential malice there may be lingers beneath clever wordplay. In almost any other situation, Beatrix would appreciate it. Even find it remotely attractive. And in some very strange way, the idea of anyone perceiving her as an obstacle, remains a high compliment.
But this, she decides is a dreamscape. (At least, she's almost certain it is.) And whether it's telling the truth of Hans' history from where he comes or simply housing a desire for a throne, which... is entirely feasible for any member of a royal line, it is not necessarily a reflection of the truth. This is Hans, but it's also... not quite Hans.
Some manifestation of him, she imagines. And she would likely never dare utter her following words to the real one.]
Were I you, I would not threaten me with a good time.
[She sees it for what it is. She isn't afraid to offer him a little education of his own.]
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Ofttimes, truth falls along with those cut down to conceal it.
"I would hate to see you end up in a similar state."
It's a threat. Cunningly provided in a way that whatever potential malice there may be lingers beneath clever wordplay. In almost any other situation, Beatrix would appreciate it. Even find it remotely attractive. And in some very strange way, the idea of anyone perceiving her as an obstacle, remains a high compliment.
But this, she decides is a dreamscape. (At least, she's almost certain it is.) And whether it's telling the truth of Hans' history from where he comes or simply housing a desire for a throne, which... is entirely feasible for any member of a royal line, it is not necessarily a reflection of the truth. This is Hans, but it's also... not quite Hans.
Some manifestation of him, she imagines. And she would likely never dare utter her following words to the real one.]
Were I you, I would not threaten me with a good time.
[She sees it for what it is. She isn't afraid to offer him a little education of his own.]