What matters in this world

Citadel nodded his head, grinning at her friendly description. She laid it all out nicely for him, without any judgement. She gave her age in the process, and she was old she was… he tried to work it out, four seasons, two years, he wasn’t a season… that made her like 8 times his age!

She spoke of her father as the leader of the Hallows, and he made the connection immediately. “So you're a princess!” like he was a prince. Royalty in the Armada. He did wonder why her father wouldn’t call himself King. But before that question could develop from anything more than a passing fancy he said something far more interesting. She had a sword - and she was offering to take him to where they were made. “Hell yes!!” He said, and then raised a paw to his mouth. Oops, his mother wouldn’t like him using that word.


"Citadel"