"Yes, that would be preferred," the girl said, referring to the comment about 'refraining from formal speech'. Her senses were now overwhelmed with a strange feeling of calm. It could only be described as exhaustion - she had her panic attack and now she was coming down from that "high" so to speak. Now she was sitting on her knees in some dark, cramped, and musty dungeon with someone around her age. Who also so happened to be a prince.

And also knew about her. 

What exactly did that mean? Weren't textbooks supposed to be written [i]after[/i] someone had done something noteworthy to history? H'ana certainly hadn't and it was beyond her why the Gerhardian people would take such an interest in her. Perhaps it had to do with her close ties with Naga, but most royals had the blood of the divine dragon running through them, didn't they? Or at least that was the assumption she had made.

"Pray tell. . what exactly mean 'I'm the quite the figure'?" She was curious now.