@songsofthe inquired ; “You might want to keep your voice down.”
She hadn't even realised she had begun to vocalise her own thoughts. When had she started doing that as a whole? Golems had been known for keeping their inner thoughts quiet at the best of times... and yet here she was, speaking them aloud like a human would. Her back had been turned towards the entrance ever since she brought herself here, admiring her surroundings as she turmoiled with herself.
This place was calm. Much calmer than her confinement more in-land. The conflicts at hand had yet to touch this space. She felt... something off about bringing those conflicts to light here. This wasn't the place for it. For her. Her vocalisations had been reasoning to halt this line of thinking, only to be pushed back by her own voice recalling her purpose. She was meant to think about this. To criticise. To worry about what could come next for the entire civilisation as a whole, including Ambrosia, should these smaller rebellions continue.
What had started as mere mumblings had grown in volume the more she found conflict with herself. A volume that seemed to have gotten the attention of the monarch.
Her speech didn't get much further when she registered the familiar voice, one she especially didn't want to have heard this. The emissary is quick to turn to meet the presence. " O'Grace. " The brief shock on her face vanishes, her stoic expression looking akin to one of shame. Her hands clasp together as she dips her back into a deep bow, internal systems not allowing her to meet the other's eyes without express permission. One she hadn't been granted yet in this encounter.
" Forgive me, my words disgrace the tranquility this kingdom has granted me. They should have remained unspoken. " To admit that they weren't meant to be spoken in the first place would make a more pressing issue regarding her highlighted. She ignores the parts of her telling her to admit it either way.
