"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"
[Natalia smiles gently at that, down at her hands as she considers her words.]
I see.... The Queen passed when I was very young, so I never quite knew my mother either. [She shakes her head faintly.] I suppose the dreams just made me rather... curious. Thank you for telling me.
[Quite the understatement. She gives herself a moment before she looks down at her hands as she speaks.]
.... I found out perhaps no more than a few months ago that I am not the blood relative of the king. For a time, I was stripped of my right to succession and was labeled a traitor to my country, blamed for a disaster that sparked a war.
[ . . . . . She closes her eyes as she admits:] I was to drink poison under his orders.
[Then in a tenuous attempt to keep Yang from reacting strongly, she speaks quickly and follows with that sentence.] I am fine now, naturally. Everything has since been smoothed over but I.... [She turns to Yang and attempts a smile.] I'm fine.
[ ... Why do most of her friends have these deep, terrible pasts where horrible shit happens to them WHY?? Poison?? Treason? Her dad had tried to have her killed??
Not that Yang says that, and she can't even hug Natalia when she's got this stupid cold to avoid spreading, but the look on her face is clearly unhappy. ]
... I'd believe that more if it didn't bug you enough that you'd want to talk parents with me.
A point that makes Natalia cross her arms, more defensive than aggressive as her fingers curl around her own arm, even as she gives Yang a sheepish smile.]
It has since been mended and he has accepted me as his daughter and the princess again--
.... I suppose it's still just something that's hard to forget.
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I see.... The Queen passed when I was very young, so I never quite knew my mother either. [She shakes her head faintly.] I suppose the dreams just made me rather... curious. Thank you for telling me.
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[ Your turn, Nat. ]
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[She pauses, trying to find the word.]
... trying experiences, particularly involving my father.
[Y'know. The king.]
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... Trying?
[ SHE'S LISTENING... ]
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Can't.
So instead she pauses for a moment again before giving Yang an apologetic smile.]
I have... more secrets than I thought. Please be patient with me, Yang.
[Though... she supposes she'll tell her. Who can she trust here if not Yang?]
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[Natalia just offers a sheepish smile then and the closest she ever really gets to a shrug of her shoulders.]
it's more... that I've never told anyone before. Everyone at home already knows - they got the news just as I did.
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[ Understatement. ]
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.... I found out perhaps no more than a few months ago that I am not the blood relative of the king. For a time, I was stripped of my right to succession and was labeled a traitor to my country, blamed for a disaster that sparked a war.
[ . . . . . She closes her eyes as she admits:] I was to drink poison under his orders.
[Then in a tenuous attempt to keep Yang from reacting strongly, she speaks quickly and follows with that sentence.] I am fine now, naturally. Everything has since been smoothed over but I.... [She turns to Yang and attempts a smile.] I'm fine.
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Not that Yang says that, and she can't even hug Natalia when she's got this stupid cold to avoid spreading, but the look on her face is clearly unhappy. ]
... I'd believe that more if it didn't bug you enough that you'd want to talk parents with me.
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A point that makes Natalia cross her arms, more defensive than aggressive as her fingers curl around her own arm, even as she gives Yang a sheepish smile.]
It has since been mended and he has accepted me as his daughter and the princess again--
.... I suppose it's still just something that's hard to forget.
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[She waves a hand vaguely.]
What can I do about something that's in the past? I can only reconcile it in my own heart, can't I?
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[ . . . but she does hum softly.] Perhaps when I return home, then.
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