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"I really think I ought not to," Carina argued gently, but sighed in her nervous reluctance, "It just makes me anxious getting someone else involved, that's all. I know I can trust you," a lie, but she smiled nonetheless, "But Natalia...I don't know her. She hasn't shown me the kindness you have. I wouldn't want her reporting to your parents and getting us both in trouble." She fiddled with the end of her dress sleeve as if considering it as they walked before eventually nodding: "Okay, I suppose you're right. But I doubt my presence is really needed, she seems likes you..."
Perhaps she ought to be more careful with the Prince. She had been under the impression that he had no allies or family to count on for support in this castle. But perhaps she would need to be a little more careful with this adviser being around. Having a woman her own age look her up and down with the same disgust that Natalia did in her own court would undoubtedly lead to Carina toying with the unfortunate lady before having her suffer the consequences. Yet here she couldn't do anything, and it irked her. For some reason, it was harder to smile and be polite for someone of her own age than it was for the old haggard of a Queen that was Valentina and the crude and useless bastard of a King that was Lucien.
Taking in a deep breath through her nose and expelling it from her mouth, she gave Sven a nervous smile. "How long has she been your adviser?" She asked as she allowed him to take the lead. As much as it pained her, she had to show that she was making an effort with this whole Natalia thing. Faking an interest, showing that she wanted to get to know the woman more and their dynamic further. "She must be very good at her job, to be in this position at such a young age." She continued.
She found herself crudely wondering just what skills the woman was good at to have earned that position. Then she stopped herself, releasing another soft breath in an attempt to release the disgust and contempt that threatened to consume her. But with her nervous smile and the anxious habit of playing with the end of her sleeve or the bracelet, it would merely look like she was hesitant about asking Natalia for help after this morning's confrontation.
"How-how much longer until we find her or reach her?"
Perhaps she ought to be more careful with the Prince. She had been under the impression that he had no allies or family to count on for support in this castle. But perhaps she would need to be a little more careful with this adviser being around. Having a woman her own age look her up and down with the same disgust that Natalia did in her own court would undoubtedly lead to Carina toying with the unfortunate lady before having her suffer the consequences. Yet here she couldn't do anything, and it irked her. For some reason, it was harder to smile and be polite for someone of her own age than it was for the old haggard of a Queen that was Valentina and the crude and useless bastard of a King that was Lucien.
Taking in a deep breath through her nose and expelling it from her mouth, she gave Sven a nervous smile. "How long has she been your adviser?" She asked as she allowed him to take the lead. As much as it pained her, she had to show that she was making an effort with this whole Natalia thing. Faking an interest, showing that she wanted to get to know the woman more and their dynamic further. "She must be very good at her job, to be in this position at such a young age." She continued.
She found herself crudely wondering just what skills the woman was good at to have earned that position. Then she stopped herself, releasing another soft breath in an attempt to release the disgust and contempt that threatened to consume her. But with her nervous smile and the anxious habit of playing with the end of her sleeve or the bracelet, it would merely look like she was hesitant about asking Natalia for help after this morning's confrontation.
"How-how much longer until we find her or reach her?"