Dawn laughed in response, shaking her head, her bright starlight curls bouncing with the movement. "You are not a last resort, simply a second choice, one for comfort rather then political savy." She had never felt so alone she realized as she was led out onto the floor. The princess let him lead them, moving through the dance easily, her body's grace taking over as she all but glided. But that was something she had been born with, not something she had earned.<br/><br/>She knew what he was thinking as his eyes rested on her. His green eyes revealed that he was not as generous with sharing as the sidhe seemed to believe most should be. That he wanted to force her to remember what they had been, some part of her spirit did know him, had since she was sixteen. But just because he had literally been the man of her dreams did not mean that she wanted to give up who she was for who he thought she should be. That wasn't love.<br/><br/>The girl let him pull her closer, but her eyes flashed with a warning. "I remember my life, I remember myself. Caer may live inside me but she is a part of me, stop trying to make me something I'm not. If you loved me you would accept me as I am." Dawn looked, hiding the hurt in her gaze. Hiding the pain in her heart. Did no one in this god acursed new world of hers want her just for her? She was the Seelie Princess, and that prompted much of the attention she received, it was what had given her her guards. But Connal was focused only on his once upon a time love. Roarke was off flirting with others, the Goblin King had no wish to dance with her.<br/><br/><em>I wish I was still just a mortal girl....</em>