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@alexfromawen.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 5:31 PM

I debated going with Mona peppering her aunt Gwen on what it means to be a Lost One (vampire), but instead, thought I'd go with Princess Eva starting off her betrothal w/ Cameryn when they don't even speak the same language...or do they...?
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“What am I doing here?” I muttered, glanced down at my hands, a wave of frustration washing over me. Thoughts of attractive women and strange cultures did me no good right now. “Stuck with a fiancée I never chose, whom I must both marry to secure this alliance and save the realm, yet also I should not possibly marry because my mother believes it would be shameful and wrong.” Across from me, Cameryn watched me in that strange, penetrating gaze she had in the throne room, head raised and eyes narrowed. It irritated me. “You didn’t even consider the fact that you were the one who proposed we discuss the predicament we find ourselves in, but sent away the man who could help us do that, did you?” I demanded, giving my head a shake with a scoff. “Relying on strange, arrogant giants from across the ocean who know nothing about our lands…probably don’t even understand running water or electricity.” Cameryn snorted, muttering, “Syn’eri arnoch?” There was a tension in her shoulders, a shift that hadn’t been there moments before. No doubt my irritated tone had registered with her. “At the same time, we’ve not exactly made the best first impression, either, have we?” I continued, softer. “You came so far from your home, only for my mother to immediately insult your parents…that was unacceptable of her. For what it’s worth, I apologize on her behalf. Divine appointment doesn’t excuse rudeness. I wish I could make her understand.” As I spoke, Cameryn tilted her head slightly, her gaze still on me, and softly said, “Mi batuil di bhi baesheyl ar ses’suis ar dis van’farel.”“You continuing to speak isn’t going to make me magically understand you,” I muttered. All I could manage was a soft, bitter laugh, rubbing my temple as a headache threatened to take hold. “The one person who’s just as trapped in this situation as I am, and I can’t even understand you. It’s not like we can mime everything.” Turning toward the door, I added, “We should call the others back in; we’re getting nowhere like this.” There was a brief pause before I could rise, where Cameryn cleared her throat and spoke again, saying in a precise manner, “I said you were brave.” I froze, my eyes wide, fixated on the door to the hall. Turning my head back to her, slowly and almost reluctantly, I met Cameryn’s gaze. Her brows were knit together with a hint of concern. Taking a deep breath, I asked carefully, “What was that?” “You were brave, standing up to your mother. She does not seem to be a woman who accepts questions,” she replied, her voice carrying a beautifully musical accent to it reminiscent of Beovulf’s—yet distinctly in Brael, clear and ringing in the stillness. I shot to my feet in an instant, the sound of my chair crashing to the floor reverberating through the room, betrayal washing over me like a wave as I exclaimed, “You speak Brael?!” Cameryn flinched slightly at the sharp outrage that laced my voice. “I do, yes,” she admitted. I was in disbelief. “And you’ve been able to understand us this whole time?” I demanded, my voice trembling with the weight of betrayal. Cameryn remained seated, looking up at me with a resigned nod. “For the most part, I have, yes.” She replied softly.