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The Princess before her spoke quite unusual words. She didn't know what a dork was, and wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. Desdemona had a feeling it was some sort of way to mock another. She didn't ask and simply left herself to be confused by the new vocab word while listening to the rest. She was a little troubled how straight-forward Alya is, because she simply never talked to someone like this. Learning a lot of new moments and it felt a little much.

"Your majesty.." she paused, "miss..." Desdemona slowly spoke to the female, "it feels disrespectful to say words like those." She honestly wasn't trying to be difficult, but she felt she couldn't talk as casual as Alya could. It was hard to bring herself to even admit her own opinion. Especially of someone of her position, who is only a lowly new member, and of bastard blood. She felt she couldn't- and wouldn't say something without formalities. It simply felt too wrong. If she had to be honest, the dark wolf had a slight tint of fear in the back of her mind if she did. She dare not admit of her fears, finding it to be a weakness. Though the wolves of her past will always haunt her, and will always be at the back of her mind whenever she speaks. She had no choice to speak of respect toward them, it was hard not to without thinking of the consequences on what they would do.

Desdemona didn't didn't expect others to have such an issue with her tone.