King Elk Forest What cooks in our cauldron could call down the sky.

It looked as if she would get no where else with her questions. Though she was curious on what sort of woman would lure her guard- perhaps even a man if the choice came to be. While Kingslend were discriminatory against pelt colors, they did not care too much on who was liked on the thoughts of gender, perhaps racist, but no homophobic. It was laughable.

"Perhaps that would be smart, but I too, dream of a romance." As she admitted to her brother, Célnes laughed lightly upon repeating the phrase. She could remember all the toxicity that happened within her family, especially her mother. The very thought of marrying or even mating someone in the lineage disgusted her to know end, simply knowing her mother did the same. 

Though she was dirty, a whore that no one knew but herself, and her brother. Yet her dearest father, had no idea, for he too simply neglected the family for the crown that then died into the fire. Such a toxic family made the thoughts of anything else but a pleasant family through a rose-colored lens.

"Do you?"