I didn’t realise you attended at all. I think perhaps the house will be very quiet without you.
[ Not that she makes an undue amount of noise, of course. He’s just used to the sounds of life that are Lucy, and he’s never really thought about what that means before. Lucy always speaks of her loneliness, away from her brothers. Perhaps it’s she who is keeping d’Artagnan company, and not the other way around. ]
[ But he looks at her closely then. It's not what she said, but the effect that her own words seemed to have on her. He doesn't know why it would have surprised her like that. Perhaps the memory is vague. ]
It's not unusual for the children of royalty to be sent for schooling elsewhere. Perhaps that is what happened. Don't you remember it?
[She doesn't really remember her own parents, really. She knows she has them, she remembers small things - her mother's embrace, her father's laugh, but she doesn't remember much else.]
I do not know why I have such trouble recalling the time before the war, but I do. Peter - ah, the High King, he must remember more, but no matter.
[ D'Artagnan frowns a little. Perhaps the war had been more traumatic than he yet understands. Perhaps something else had happened. Regardless, it strikes him as strange, and he shakes his head. ]
Perhaps you'll be able to ask him, some day.
That must be strange, remembering so little of those days. When was the war, my Lady?
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Oh, because in your land, they are!
[She answers her own question, and then she thinks about it, hard, for a long moment.]
I do wish they were but myth.
I think you know very much. I come here and I have felt very ignorant at my lessons.
[Which she actually does attend, thank you.]
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[ He's thinking about David and Goliath. Even Goliath hadn't been a Frost Giant, though. ]
You're being kind, my Lady.
Where do you take lessons? At the school I've heard talk about?
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[She pauses. It's been very strange, to go to school, but there's something familiar about it, too.]
Not now, for they have summers with no classes at all, but soon I think I may return. I do not do well with idleness.
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[ Not that she makes an undue amount of noise, of course. He’s just used to the sounds of life that are Lucy, and he’s never really thought about what that means before. Lucy always speaks of her loneliness, away from her brothers. Perhaps it’s she who is keeping d’Artagnan company, and not the other way around. ]
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Why, d'Artagnan. I'm sure I hear you telling me you are worried you will grow lonely without me here, during the day.
[She keeps talking, without thinking-]
I think I have been to school before, but I was sent away for it. Before I was crowned, when I was very little.
[-wait.
She stops, then, looks a little alarmed.]
Anyway, I am glad I do not have to be sent away for this schooling.
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[ But he looks at her closely then. It's not what she said, but the effect that her own words seemed to have on her. He doesn't know why it would have surprised her like that. Perhaps the memory is vague. ]
It's not unusual for the children of royalty to be sent for schooling elsewhere. Perhaps that is what happened. Don't you remember it?
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[She doesn't really remember her own parents, really. She knows she has them, she remembers small things - her mother's embrace, her father's laugh, but she doesn't remember much else.]
I do not know why I have such trouble recalling the time before the war, but I do. Peter - ah, the High King, he must remember more, but no matter.
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Perhaps you'll be able to ask him, some day.
That must be strange, remembering so little of those days. When was the war, my Lady?
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If he were to come here, I would ask him many things, but I think I would still avoid the subject.
[That's not a reprimand, it's simply an observation on her part.]
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Forgive me. I should not be prying.
I am sorry for your loss, my Lady.