[ She looses a soft chuckle, at the question, precisely because he's right. ]
Quite, though when I toured the realm with my late husband, I was a young girl — and found such attention overwhelming. If you have ever met sweet Francesca Bridgerton, I was much like that, polite but...unsure.
[ A near-neutral observation, with neither fondness nor malice for that Viserys, merely a touch of wistfulness, for her stolen girlhood. She tucks one earring in the box, winding the white ribbon around her finger, before she moves on to the next. It's a new kind of sensation entirely, to adorn herself with the token of another willingly (unlike when she first donned Targaryen reds out of courtly instinct). Visible proof of Homelander's affection for her. His preference for her, too, above others. How many have ever placed her there, at the top of their list? No-one, she thinks, not father or son, friend or lover. ]
I am better suited now, yet I have never learned to enjoy this game of pretend. [ When they first met, she decried her decorative position. Today's fete leaves the same bitter taste in her mouth, despite its use as a tangible step toward thee Balfours.
Finished with the swap, she leans up her toes to kiss his cheek, one hand closed around the jewellery box once more, the other settling at his shoulder for leverage. No other has been rewarded so openly this day. Quietly, then — ] I much prefer the company of a select few.
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Quite, though when I toured the realm with my late husband, I was a young girl — and found such attention overwhelming. If you have ever met sweet Francesca Bridgerton, I was much like that, polite but...unsure.
[ A near-neutral observation, with neither fondness nor malice for that Viserys, merely a touch of wistfulness, for her stolen girlhood. She tucks one earring in the box, winding the white ribbon around her finger, before she moves on to the next. It's a new kind of sensation entirely, to adorn herself with the token of another willingly (unlike when she first donned Targaryen reds out of courtly instinct). Visible proof of Homelander's affection for her. His preference for her, too, above others. How many have ever placed her there, at the top of their list? No-one, she thinks, not father or son, friend or lover. ]
I am better suited now, yet I have never learned to enjoy this game of pretend. [ When they first met, she decried her decorative position. Today's fete leaves the same bitter taste in her mouth, despite its use as a tangible step toward thee Balfours.
Finished with the swap, she leans up her toes to kiss his cheek, one hand closed around the jewellery box once more, the other settling at his shoulder for leverage. No other has been rewarded so openly this day. Quietly, then — ] I much prefer the company of a select few.