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For a moment she hums, as though trapped in thought. A soft swish of moving silk as her head tilts, the veil loosely draped across her crown shifting. ❝ I like her curiosity. Or maybe it's restlessness, discontent... Whatever it is that makes her want to see more of the world. So few people do. ❞ Were she being honest, Adelind couldn't quite put into words what she thought of the girl. Pity wasn't it. She pitied ill children and hurt animals. It stirred in her chest, something like what she felt when reading stories of princesses trapped in towers when she was a girl. The unnameable, unfounded desire to tear down those tall stone prisons, place the princess on a ship with a sun and spear on its sails, and say, There ! There is the whole of the world at your fingertips. Go and see it. Her brows raised, the depth of her thoughts not showing upon her face. ❝ There is a fire in her heart... one can only hope that being bound to a greyjoy doesn't drown it. ❞
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