[As he speaks, she keeps her eyes trained up to his face, though her fingers trace undecipherable patterns across his jacket. Apart from that, she relaxes against him, listening, intent, and giving a soft smile at the kiss.]
The poor prince...
[a beat.] And when he went home? Did he ever find her?
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Date: 2011-05-15 11:23 pm (UTC)The poor prince...
[a beat.] And when he went home? Did he ever find her?