Stone Circle Beholden to the dust that adheres

Yessss add her, she can be referenced as generally haunting Bjarna and otherwise staying in the den <3

So they would see. The princess followed; she knew obedience well, perhaps better than anything else, and so she eagerly offered it to Bjarna. It was a relief in a way to have something to offer at all, something more than whatever unsettling connection existed between them.
But more relieving was the knowledge that things would be different now. That she would finally know what different really meant. It meant she would be happy, she assumed, but still the girl could not picture it. What was happiness, anyway? Was it this; the too-fast drum of her heart and the shaky weak feeling in her legs, the tightness in her throat and the clashing feeling of wanting this but wanting also to scream and cry and break it — was that what happiness was?
She would just have to see.