I was a queen once.

I know this to be true for in moments in my life i have ultimately felt out of place. This moment though, i do not feel as odd and for some reason, it frightens me. How comfortable i feel standing before this being, although his strange outbursts arent befitting his polite actions, i choose to ignore them. I have had my fair share of indecent encounters with brutes and i have found over my short time upon this earth that the best way to get under their skin is to ignore them. Therefor that is what i will do with this one, simply ignore him. The lighter voice was the one i was interested in, his low bow of an apology causing a warmth to grow along my body. He even snaps back at himself, composing himself i presume.

Perhaps something is wrong within his mind but the way he speaks to me tells me otherwise.
I find it rude to pry.
So i won’t.

Me? A lady? So he has noticed my strange behavior and yet still has not given me the look i gain from the others. I lower my head in a graceful dip, the smile returning to my face. I like him. He makes me feel, normal. But then again, he is far from normal and it worries me. Perhaps neither of us were normal, then again, perhaps we were the only normal ones around.

Food for thought i suppose.

“please rise, i do not like to look down upon you.” i ask it gently, my eyes falling from him. It is a small request and i hope i haven’t asked too much of him. But I feel that I would like to look into his eyes, without feeling as if i am above him. I hate that feeling, i do not wish to be above anyone. Perhaps in my days of old, but no longer. He speaks, gently and i perk my ears to listen, drawing closer to catch his words. As he replies i turn from him, looking around curiously in hopes to find the thing he speaks of. I see nature, as i have always seen and i wonder if he sees something i cannot “perhaps i am going blind.” i turn to face him once more, eyes looking so deeply into his own, attempting to see what he sees. ”can you show me?”