Aleksandra remained quiet as he told the story, but she could tell he was telling her what everyone believed to be true, not the actual facts of things. He was telling the story of it, not his personal perspective, and she was honestly surprised he was spilling that. Maleki kept everything so tightly locked up inside of him. In fact, all she wanted to know was if the part about him being tortured for weeks was true, because she got the sense that might be a reality, even if the puppet lord had not broken him. Maybe they were not so different after all, maybe trauma had shaped them both.<br/><br/>"I didn't say I did not trust you, I simply wanted an idea of what I'm going into. You may seem me as a princess who has no idea about what we're going to walk into, but I've had years of training as a diplomat. Courts can be ruthless places. I wanted a lay of the land, which is something that Tommen would not need. He'll be fine." She explained, but it was not worth diving too deep. Courtiers were known for ruthlessly jockeying for position, she just wanted a feel for what the Ruined Oligarchy was like and why they would bring in someone that seemed to have betrayed them. It hit her then, that perhaps he was a spy of sorts, someone they kept at arm's length, because he still seemed rather fond of them.<br/><br/>She straightened and let out a sigh. "I think you'd be surprised at how well I could lie past them, but if it isn't necessary, then there's no point in doing it." Another thought stuck in her mind though, the idea of them together in a guest suite. It was a flash for a moment in her mind, because the last time they were truly together, so many feelings and emotions had bubbled over. She realized how much she wanted to be alone with him again, no facades between them. She yearned to know what had really happened, because the story would let her know more about Maleki. "I can wait until we're alone together, in private. It'll be nice to sleep on a bed again."