Is it truly? You have friends from your world, a woman that clearly cares about you. Surely they are your people, yes? Is that title irrelevant to them? Do you not serve them as much as they serve you?

[ "Why didn't you tell me you were a princess?" she can remember the white-haired Witcher asking her yet again. With Nikolai, she doesn't really seem to recoil. It makes her curious, seeking more answers, and wanting to know a bit more about a king that is not hostile to Briton, for once.

A rarity that is.

To the point Gwenhwyfar, lets a heavy sigh follow that thought. ]

The man I am to marry? He has made several enemies... one of them took me from his banquet hall. And others have held me to anger him.

[ Gwenhwyfar's voice drops -- sh is so unusually timid in her tone. ]

I'm really tired of it, I'm sick of that happening. I feared if someone knew who he was... I would be hurt again.