Her hairbrush stilled, dropping to her lap as she stared at him in the mirror. Looking at the face of the first man she had found herself loving here, in this world where nothing made sense she wondered if they made any sense to each other. When he touched her she shivered, remembering the moments spent in the bed of the Slaugh King, her body still loose from them. Her throat worked, eyes gleaming a little in the early morning light.<br/><br/>"I did." The words were whisper's and simple, she was merely speaking the truth, nothing more. Her gaze lowered, away from the face of her lover.<br/><br/>"It was for him, and for me, it was for politics and for desire of it. It was all of those, and I would go to him again if he asked it, and he said he would, for he was nothing other then himself, and gave me the same pleasure in that moment." she turned her head and looked at him then, her eyes filled with her pain, and laden with so many questions. "And for those moments, I was not a princess...I simply was."