[color=6ecff6][i]Why does he keep staring at me? Should I say something?...[/i][/color] Hesitating to speak she heard his cough as if to break the awkward silence she bit her lip slightly unsure on how to feel. Confusion swept through her seeing him dressed in such manner, no heavy weight holding him down. Nothing screaming regal, well he still held himself in such a manner, but it was strange not have the clothes accompanying it. It still made her feel quite overdressed for their spontaneous meeting in the library and quite self-conscious. [color=6ecff6][i]He is an enemy, do not forget that. Do not let your guard slip, not once. [/i][/color]

The compliment on the library seemed to have eased into more of a conversation, her grip on the book loosened as she looked over at the King noting that something seemed different. [color=6ecff6][i]Was that a flush? Did he just take a compliment? No, don’t be silly. This lack of sleep is really catching up with me. I need to fix that.[/i][/color] Talking herself out of the idea that he had taken the compliment she focused back on his words to hear about who had started the collection. Blue eyes looked back towards the books as she thought about how his mother and grandfather before her had created this, he had added some, but it sounded as if mainly it had been them. [color=6ecff6][b]“It’s wonderful, books are a great source of knowledge and they say knowledge is power.”[/b][/color] Smiling as she looked back over at Ozragad realising that she was having more of a conversation with him than they had ever had before. 

[color=6ecff6][i]I guess he isn’t so bad. Wait… why am I even saying that?[/i][/color] Looking back at the book in her hands as he explained how it would not be such a colourful read. [color=6ecff6][i]Do I care about that? That is nice of him though, to suggest something more tasteful and recent.[/i][/color] Staring at the book she turned to the shelf putting it back in its place, taking his suggestion of taking a read of ‘Recollections upon the Queen’s Court’. [color=6ecff6][b]“Thank you, I will follow that advise, I will read over that one.” [/b][/color]

It felt strange not having some sort of argument with him, or disagreement for that matter. In a strange way it was nice not to be at odds with him at this moment. Turning to the shelves she looked through the books trying to find the piece he had suggested, there were quite a few titles.[color=6ecff6][i] Perhaps I should ask?[/i][/color] Turning to look back at him she saw him looking over a particular collection, curiosity got the better of her and she could help but ask. [color=6ecff6][b]“What are you looking at? Is that the book you suggested?”[/b][/color] Taking a step towards Ozragad to see if it was the book, sadly she assumed it was not and in fact it was not any language she had seen before. [color=6ecff6][b]"What language is that?"[/b][/color]

However, her attention was caught when he had realised what she had said, the fact she had asked about her home Eorzia and she tried not to look downcast over it. To show him that openly she was quite distressed on the fact she had not heard anything, it made her feel quite alone in a country that called for her death. [color=6ecff6][i]Stop it, don’t look so pitiful. That is not who you are.[/i][/color] Clearing her throat as she stood tall smiling once more, [color=6ecff6][b]“Thank you, if there is news will you let me know this evening? If it’s no trouble of course. I just… I’ll be honest. I’m a little anxious I have yet to hear anything from back home. I just thought that I… I just thought my father would have wanted to say something.”[/b][/color] 

A part of her cringed for blurting a little bit of that out, he did not need to know how she felt over it. He didn’t even care, but it was hard as she thought that she meant more to her family than not to write. It was hard not to be disappointed over the fact they had not spared a thought for her. [color=6ecff6][b]“I am free to write to them? If I request supplies that is okay to do?”[/b][/color]