[ She barely registers that he's spoken to her because her attention is focused fully on the wolf. She could not bring herself to be like the other children, even after it became clear that the creatures did not mind their hands coming to stroke the fineness of their coats, or to scratch behind their ears.
Some might have misinterpreted the way she refused to blink until those wolves moved away for wariness, but the truth of the matter is that all she feels is quiet awe.
Is everything in this kingdom a merging of the beautiful and deadly? What does that say then of the King? Will there be a place for her here, small as she is, brutish as she may be; she with her hands that have strangled the breath out of others so that she may eat. ]
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Some might have misinterpreted the way she refused to blink until those wolves moved away for wariness, but the truth of the matter is that all she feels is quiet awe.
Is everything in this kingdom a merging of the beautiful and deadly? What does that say then of the King? Will there be a place for her here, small as she is, brutish as she may be; she with her hands that have strangled the breath out of others so that she may eat. ]