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Briar’s face lost some of its color. “Oh, dear!”
Quickly closing the space between them, she shut the book and handed it back to him. “I’m terribly sorry; I-I didn’t realize…”
“My name’s Briar Rose, monsieur." She continued, biting her lip and glancing at the guards nearby.
Logan’s shoulders tensed as she came near so suddenly—really, if she was some sort of assassin, she wasn’t doing a great job of keeping him at ease. Still, he took the book and held it near his chest, continuing to observe her quietly.
Briar Rose—a name someone might give a country girl, and she was indeed dressed like a servant. Her face, however, was clean and her skin smooth, so certainly not a factory worker or even a resident of the city. An outsider.
"You are lost, is that it?" the king asked rather bluntly, glossing over her apology; it was of little consequence to him, seeing as how he wasn’t upset with her in the first place. Monsieur. Such a strange word… yes, she was definitely not from around here…
"You’ve stumbled upon Bowerstone Castle, Miss." And it’s king, but he wouldn’t out himself just yet.
Briar didn’t think she had ever met someone who could had a gaze as sharp as his; with every second that passed, her confidence dropped and her arms crossed in an attempt to fell less e x p o s e d.
Then again, her contact with the outside world had been quite limited in her short lifespan. He might’ve been intimidating because he was the first person she had come across that came close to nobility; after all, he had been nothing but courteous to her this whole conversation when he clearly had no reason to.
“Y—Yes, I have been lost for a while now." A forest shouldn’t be that hard to find, she realized, and yet Briar continued to venture outside the familiar realm of trees and animals and get caught in a situation like this.
“A castle?" Briar’s face continued to lose its color. Nobility didn’t take peasants wandering though the castle gardens well, she presumed—would curiosity be a good enough reason not to get arrested?
“Oh…" Her face fell into her hands. "I cannot apologize enough, monsieur.”
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- My favorite thing about them
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- Are we friends?
- Would I date them?
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- Would I have children with them?
- Would I die for them?
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