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Lucette’s eyes flickers open to glance at Kane before weakly smiling up at Deacon.
“Thank you, Deacon. I...really appreciate it.” She breathes out, the pain receding back enough for her to weakly stand, legs shaking. Only to feel her smile fade away when he wished her a quick recovery. She desperately wants to tell him the truth, that this was not something that could be cured. That this was a curse she is forced to live with but in obscurity and mystery for the rest of her mortal life. She does not know what it is, what she is, why she was there, why Kane always seemed so secretive whenever she asks about it, or even how she got there! Is she real or just a personification of Lucette’s fears and doubt?
But despite these questions clawing her mind to shreds, she only gives Deacon a weary smile.
“I will do my absolute best to recovery as soon as possible.”
With that, she turned her attention towards her uncle with a serious expression on her face.
“Uncle, we need to talk.”
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Lucette lets a short laugh at Deacon’s words of Kane’s unpredictability, but then stops when he talks about Kane caring. She of course knew that her Uncle cared about her, she would not be here if he did not, but it never truly occurred to her that how much it showed. She had always assumed that whenever Kane shown displeasure or anger with her that it was a sign of him getting tired of her.
“You…you are right, Deacon. I should have thought more deeply about Uncle’s reactions and behaviors. He is not a simple…clockwork man.” She quietly admits, a sense of shame creeping up her arms. She raises a single black eyebrow when Deacon suggested that she have an honest conversation with her Uncle after they had an argument but she then realizes her mistake and mentally smacks herself, her expression shifting into one of embarrassment. Of course after an argument, especially now that they both had some space from each other. Though it would probably be best to save it until tonight or early tomorrow before lessons. Just in case.
“You’re right, Deacon. Maybe it is time that Uncle and I have a true discussion like adults rather than yelling at each other like children. It may not change his stance on the matter but…maybe it would help him realize that I am not withholding my approval out of spite or for Teach. I am just waiting for the right prince or noble to woo me off my feet and for him to be worthy of Valencia and her people. I am certain that Uncle wouldn’t like some inexperienced fool to have some control of Valencia, no?” She asks, a sly gin blooming upon her lips with her rising mood. Only to sour again when she felt her stirring about and getting ready to say something. Before Deacon’s progress could be ruined, she threw her back into the cage and turned her attention once more on Deacon, making sure to wipe away any trace of discomfort or annoyance from her face.
“I do not think any of us would appreciate an unsuitable heir. It is already enough that-” Deacon stops himself from trailing any further, not meaning to imply what he is thinking. He corrects himself and stands taller, taking a small note of Lucette’s facial expressions. He usually pays close attention to body language, and has noticed she’s been struggling this whole session.
“It seems that the argument must be affecting you greatly, or there is something else at hand.” He leans further to get a better look at her face. “Is something the matter, your highness?”