"Ah, yes," she drawls. "Because the trees will be highly offended by my impropriety - it will spread like wildfire, I imagine."
Her back straightens, accent changing from its lazy murmur to as haughty as she can manage. (Which, unsurprisingly, is pretty damn stuck-up. She is still herself, after all.)
"Did you hear? That future Queen of Stormhold - my what a brazen young thing! Unfit for the throne, I'd say!"
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Date: 2007-12-17 11:38 pm (UTC)Her back straightens, accent changing from its lazy murmur to as haughty as she can manage. (Which, unsurprisingly, is pretty damn stuck-up. She is still herself, after all.)
"Did you hear? That future Queen of Stormhold - my what a brazen young thing! Unfit for the throne, I'd say!"