Bearclaw Valley return

Sif stayed quiet, turning these words over in her head. It sounded like a fairytale to her young ears - getting to be queen alongside her king. She couldn't imagine ruling over Poet - or even Addie - but she didn't have to be the sort of queen Doe had, did she? Maybe she'd be good at this. A good, nice queen.

"But," she said hesitantly, not quite sure she wanted to point out this truth to Wardruna, in case he did not already know, "I em dumb." She nestled closer to Wardruna, hoping this would not make him think less of her. He had to have seen that she could hardly speak, barely interact with others. All she was good for was fighting and wandering off. Surely a queen ought to know more about life than that, right? Surely, the smart and elegant Poet would make a better bride for Wardruna?