[Not quite the information that she was digging for. A stubborn or secretive one, is he? But the Prince is anything but dense—even Benedikta knows that.]
And? Have you? Since this world plucked you from our own?
[Her eyes rove over him slowly, pointedly, like she is searching for something. A tattoo, perhaps?]
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And? Have you? Since this world plucked you from our own?
[Her eyes rove over him slowly, pointedly, like she is searching for something. A tattoo, perhaps?]