“Oh, my. Yes. I have traveled much and far” she speaks with some hidden wisdom that even she is unaware of. Of lands that have no formal names, of places she had neglected when she left them to settle for Novus. “I remember them only faintly, these places... I am afraid I was too young to really know much.” Retaining information as a child was not her strong suit.
The man spoke of her being a princess, causing a good natured chuckle to escape her jaws. “And a grand kingdom with a name, my legacy, fortune and a charming prince waiting for me?” Willoughby teased back “I would be a poor princess. I wouldn't place stock into a name, I would find no joy in legacy. Fortune would be given to the needy, and a prince would find me too flighty.”
The maiden would pause, mulling over his offer. “Questions, questions...” she utters, casting a glance at the man “how about something simple? Your name, sir?”
“she speaks”
