Stavanger Bay i'm a man who drinks tea

the true nature of the alliance formed between deirdre and skellige would come to light sooner than later, but as it was not yet known or spoken of to any others but she and skellige she knew she need not speak of it in the moment. it existed thus far in only their minds, but they had not acted upon it yet. deirdre had needed to settle into her role, and still was assimilating into it. though it felt she was made for this, she was young and still needed time. skellige knew this much, but their alliance lived on nonetheless, waiting to grow into what it was meant to.

arturo explained, and deirdre listened to his words as though she had heard no other speak before. her attentions were respectfully upon him, despite her own role; she was an accomodating woman, and a good queen. she cared for her people, and cared for the things that might prove to be detrimental or else beneficial. as skellige trusted this silver-tongued man, deirdre herself saw little reason not to, but for donnelaiths sake, she was inquisitive.

deirdre firstly offered the man a congratulations, the tone warm and in earnest. for he was following what it sounded like he had pursued for a long time, and she, though she had just met him, felt proud for him. perhaps-- she offered at length, offering him a smile that she did not know was coy, innocent as she was, would you tell me of your Teaghlaigh? and she spoke the word so perfectly, he would know at once she spoke his tongue! and her cheerful expression grew, for he spoke of family, she knew, and it did not sound a terrible thing at all!