As Isiah approached she pressed a happier, nonchalant look onto her face. "I sincerely doubt that. I have nothing they can gain. I'm not a real princess, only because my father wanted me to feel equal did he give me the name of a princess but all in the castle know that I am not. I'm not even sure I have a dowry." She had begun to ramble a bit but slowed her speech and her pace. "Besides, no right minded man wants a false princess. A bastard." Her smile was meek and she realized she had been clutching her dress in tight fists.
All of her life this is what she'd been told. That she was lucky to live in the palace. That she was a guest more than anything. That if not for the late king's kindness she's be a simple brothel whore. Despite what she'd been told, she believed it true, if not exaggerated. A nobleman wanted a small, delicate woman to call a wife. A woman from power. Any man to marry Lorelai would get no power and simply a small home and a few servants. If they were lucky they would live in the castle but all of that depended on the king. She was not eligible for the crown, not unless something happened to Irena and Steffan and so long as they both lived with the potential of children on the horizon, Lorelai was a guest. Not as though she wanted to rule by any means anyway.
"That's just how things are." She said, letting her hands dangle at her sides. She smiled but it seemed listless.