She swayed with him slowly and gently, watching his eyes. She was calm, not nervous, no twitchy, she was finally being real. "<span style="color: #BF0000">I think so, but you've made a verbal engagement to someone you don't even like yet. Someone you don't know. How committed are you to making everything work in our favor? How much does it mean to you to get revenge on my father for what he did to you and your nation? What are you willing to do to make it happen?</span>" she asked as they danced.<br/><br/>Her eyes were nothing but clear, shimmering as if star dust had been sprinkled in them. Her voice was gentle and soft, and it was becoming clear that this woman he was dancing with was much more like him than he initially thought. "<span style="color: #BF0000">If you choose to actually marry me, what will you do then? If we win the war between our lands, would you toss me away like Malachi...my father did my mother? Or would you rule by my side and make sure it stays the way we create it?</span>" She asked.<br/><br/>The fears were still there, but she was a rather strong woman to finally be talking about these things with him. She was certainly not your average princess, but there was a part of her that very much was.<br/><br/>A few moments later there was a hail through his room com saying his dinner was served and they were coming in. They came in and set his tray on the table and started to leave, only leaving enough food for him. No one had directed the kitchens to bring any up for the guest. She smiled softly and stopped swaying and moving back to the wall and looking out into the starry space in which they flew through without any thing else to say. She wrapped her arms around herself to try and comfort herself. She hated being this vulnerable. It was easier making everyone else around feel like she was either crazy or just plain sassy. But opening up to someone, being herself she felt was showing a little too much skin.