[Closer, the scent is even more fascinating. There's something almost like fennel under the sweetness, and even the flash of a sharp tang which puts her in the mind of something terribly exotic.
Certainly not Danish. Then again, little here was.
A lord standing, at least, was infinitely familiar. Dipping into a curtsy is clearly instinctive, entire being lowering by clear default into the humility of standing before the highest bodies of a court.]
right after Polonius told her to stop hanging out with that one guy
Certainly not Danish. Then again, little here was.
A lord standing, at least, was infinitely familiar. Dipping into a curtsy is clearly instinctive, entire being lowering by clear default into the humility of standing before the highest bodies of a court.]
Do I not interrupt?
[Men needed their solitude, after all.]