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"I was wondering something dear." Myrrha abruptly spoke up while she and her daughter were walking down the garden pathways. The young noble glanced at the smaller woman as she shifted a box in her arms, her eyes wide with curiosity. They hadn't talked much since the former queen had returned to Fenrir, so what was this about?
"What's that?" She asked while taking care not to trip over the outstretched row of flowers in front of her. Myrrha folded her arms behind her and with a whimsical smile, turned to her child.
"Have you said you love him yet?" The nature of the sudden inquiry caused Renne to yelp and drop the box from her arms, her face growing hot as she turned to face the small Wolflian woman that was her mother.
"W-w-what?! M-mother, what the hell are you saying?!" Her outburst earned a frown from the white haired noble who gave a disapproving look.
"Language, dear." She comically chastised before regaining her smile and kept walking forwards, leaving Renne to hastily collect the box back into her arms and hurry after her. Once she was beside Myrrha, the woman went on. "You certainly can't tell me you don't have feelings for him, especially not after your affectionate display in Baelheim."
"T-that's..." Renne's lips quivered as she thought back to the scene in question. Her arms outspread as she leapt from the stands and tackled her knight to the ground in a tight hug. Tears fell from her face that day as she quietly chastised the boy for being so unbearably reckless.
"I was there, I saw. It's alright to admit. After all, everyone has someone precious to them." Myrrha's voice drew the young noble out of her daze and she glanced at the white haired woman, the red highlights seeming to glow as it flowed in the wind. "I don't quite understand why you're being so stubborn."
"I..." Renne turned her gaze to the ground and stopped walking. "Even if I felt someway towards him, what am I supposed to do about it?" The girl's face flushed a deeper crimson as she began to think about it more, and Myrrha let out a soft chuckle as her lips curled into a satisfied smirk.
"Your father was the same way, you know." She remarked and folded her hands at her waist. "He was a foolish, reckless boy. Charging into the front of battle." Momentarily distracted from her thoughts, the blush faded from Renne's face and she looked down at her mother with inquisitive eyes.
"Really?" She earned a nod from the woman who began to recall various events from her past, and her expressions changed from amusement to anger, and back again in the span of a few seconds.
"He was that way, but that boy was also incredibly kind." She went on as the pair continued to wander about through the palace gardens. "He was admittedly quite idealistic at times, but I loved that part about him too." Renne's attention quickly waned and she started to think about her mother's words before. Love? What nonsense. The girl never had time to think about such things, and she wasn't particularly a fan of the common romance stories she read as a child.
No stories about a knight sweeping a girl off her feet. How ridiculous, she would often say. Even now, she thought they were unrealistic. And yet...
"Oh, your majesty, and Renne!" The sudden male voice made the pair glance left and they caught sight of Riy as he passed by them. The boy was carrying a crate full of armor and weapons, prompting Myrrha to giggle and hold a hand to her mouth.
"Oh there's no need for that. I'm no longer your queen, child." She told him with a firm look, but Riy frowned and tilted his head.
"I dunno, it would feel awkward if I just called you by your name." He replied honestly, earning a smile from the white-red haired woman who placed a hand on her hip. Renne on the other hand had turned her gaze away, her cheeks heating back up from seeing the youth here. The conversation she had been having a moment ago was fresh in her mind, and she was unable to maintain eye contact with her friend.
"Why don't the two of you have some time to talk? I'll get out of your way." Myrrha said this with a laugh, but before Riy could respond, Renne tightly clutched the box in her arms and suddenly hurried ahead towards the palace, her lips quivering.
"N-no, I need to get things done. Otherwise they'll p-pile up." She stuttered as she left the others behind. Seeing her run off, Myrrha gave a tired sigh and ran a hand through her hair.
"That child of mine." As she said this, Riy looked at the woman with arched brows, somewhat curious as to what had possibly transpired.
"Did I miss something?" He was met with a simple shake of the head, and Myrrha gestured for the boy to follow her through the garden.
"Nothing at all dear."
Renne on the other hand had managed to hide behind a pillar nearby, and sank to her knees as her face regained its crimson color from before. Setting the box down, she brought a hand to her mouth as her heart beat quickened.
T-there's no way. I can't... I... Yet no matter how she tried to rationalize it, she couldn't think of an excuse.
She was truly falling in love with her friend.