Of the Dale. She cannot remember the last time she has heard, or even so much as thought that phrase. Truth be told, she didn’t think of the Dale all that much. The Dale had never been hers; she did not earn it, and even though she fought to be accepted by its residents, she always felt like a false queen. The Dale, in her memory, was just another tangled weave in the thread that bound her to Carnage, because he gave it to her, and eventually spilled her blood across it. And if it had not been for that, she is not entirely sure she would remember it at all.
The Dale had made her a queen, but the Valley was the kingdom that she missed the most.
Still, the fact the younger girl before her knew of the Dale at all was enough to ignite a spark of curiosity in her dark eyes. The new lands were already so firmly cemented into everyone’s minds, with generations having passed since their creation, that she was sure the old kingdoms had been all but forgotten. “I lived in the Dale once, yes,” there is a smile on her lips but the words are spoken carefully, studying Lilliana with a practiced gaze. She doesn’t strike her as the type to have an agenda, but her trust in others was nearly non-existent. Because she has seen too many swords hidden behind pretty faces, and her greatest betrayals have been dealt by those she considered friends.
“You seem too young to have been born there, though,” she continues in her soft, quiet way of speaking. “It’s been gone a long time.” But she does not ask how she knows; she does not comment on how the girl had made the connection between her name and the Dale, or even how she knows who she is at all.
@[Lilliana]