"You're a prince!" Emera protested from under him. She squirmed against him, trying not to read too deeply into what he'd just done. She struggled, panting with the effort of it. he was too damn strong for her, though. And she was in a dress. A dress that was trapped by his knees. She tried to bring one of her legs up, to help fight free. The resulting rip left her frozen, though. She could feel cool air on her outer thigh, and it wasn't something she was use to. "Ri-river?" She squeaked. "My dress."

She squirmed again, trying to cover her leg. The dress just ripped a little more. Unable to fight back physically, she returned to words. "Get off me, you oaf! My dress is ripped, and this isn't decent! Of course I don't expect you to stay with me. You're a prince, did you forget that?" She could feel her tears starting to build up, and she desperately wanted to hold them back. "And I'm a bastard. Maybe it would have worked out if my parents had been wed. And if my dad hadn't tried to kill Sylvia. And if I had a higher social standing. But they weren't, he did, and I don't."

She planted her hands on his chest to push him back. She couldn't bring herself to do it, though. Her hands dropped down, and she looked away. "You're going to leave me, River. Eventually it'll get to be too much for you. I know I'm always leaving those stupid handkerchiefs for you, but it's just a joke! It's not like we can get married. You deserve a proper princess. Not me."