Her confusion steadily becomes heavier, darker even, as the words dripping from the mouth of the large boy assault her ears with his unwelcome words. Her head is spinning as her delicate world crumbles to pieces at her feet. While she does not doubt that Jaskier was truthful to an extent, the apparent withholding of information almost brings her to her knees. You should have known, she chastises herself inwardly. A handsome man with gilded words and an offer of affection should always be treated with some level of suspicion. But a Queen - his Queen?. She shakes her head stiffly in a failed attempt to banish the thoughts of her beloved within the arms of another as she languishes away as a captive within this strange land filled to the brim with threatening stallions.

The crimson boy's continuance of speech beckons her from self pity long enough for her to catch the malicious spite coloring his town. Her amber eyes are wet with the promise of tears when they rise once more to meet his lofty gaze. "How did he wrong you? Or should I say they..?" Her words are spoken with the stilted speech of someone precariously trying to squash their rising emotions. If the secrets are finally spilling into the light, she may as well welcome the remaining skeletons forth from their shadowy graves.

She watches the exchange between the two as one would watch a silent film - she sees their actions and interprets them but choose to remain a spectator to their conversation. She only breaks from her desolate thoughts as the other mare snorts and then shortly takes her leave. Anne eyes the flirtatious behavior between the pair - let them have each other. If she was not intent on finding out the a portion of a story untold to her, she would simply leave as well.