Guided By My Compass

She was in the midst of getting ready to doze off when she heard approaching footsteps. A moment later, the voice of a young male. She listened to him quietly, the queen's gaze watching the entrance as he spoke. He seemed polite, something she appreciated. Lifting her head, she shifted over to another spot to allow room. "There is enough room for another to escape the cold outside. You may enter, stranger." She waited until he joined her in the den, her gaze looking the young male over for any sign of injury or something. It was a habit of hers, both motherly and healers instinct. "I appreciate your politeness, young man. It seems that kind of thing is dwindling as of late. I am Lady Helena, who might you be?" She wondered if he was a native to these lands. And if he was, perhaps he would know where her children might be. If he didn't know them, perhaps he could point her in the right direction to begin her search. She knew nothing of these lands or its inhabitants. The way things worked here. Her kingdom was a whole different world, but she was sure that she could adapt rather quickly if need be.

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