[Music: Familiar By Agnes Obel]
"A King..."
"I know I don't look like one," I said in a lighthearted tone.
A subtle smile played on her face as her eyes quietly observed me; it felt like I was under surveillance now.
Maybe I said something wrong?
"To be part of the society is one thing, but belonging is an entirely different thing," I added.
Stop talking, Catherine.
A brief laugh rolled off her, and I wondered what caught her amusement.
"You poor thing…" she mumbled, and I narrowed my eyes. "A thing like you, a King."
She stepped past me, and her words left a lingering expression, so I followed her.
"What do you mean by that? You speak as if you know about the Kings."
"Who doesn't, love? A King put a ring on that finger; surely there is a reason. It makes one wonder..."
She eyed the ring again, and this time, I noticed something envious in those eyes, but as quickly as it came, it was gone, and I thought I might have hallucinated it.
