"My prince." She started, somewhat annoyed with that. Ithacles was not her prince. Dragons had no since. She was no real citizen of Faustben either. No matter what the law said. She was bound to nothing, and no one. "I do not think Ithacles would covet my power, but I do not feel right sharing even the idea that I am more than what I seem with him. It's enough to make me uncomfortable. I cannot tell him, and never will." She said, as if she'd decided already. To leave Faustben. To leave Ithacles, the Queen, and Lethe behind. It could not be as hard as it'd been... to be alone. Really alone.
Those three long days. Long days alone, with only herself and the dying cries of the world to comfort her. No comfort at all. Half in and half out of the wreckage which claimed her mother and father. Vedette watched him, with a certain amount of sadness in her eyes. His mother had been killed for what she was, she remembered him telling her that. She remembered a dozen other stories of dragons who fell to the same sort of thing. If Ithacles knew.. if somehow she could tell him.
Would he keep it a secret? He broadcasted everything else. No, he couldn't.
He never could. She couldn't tell him.
Vedette felt the change. The stiffening of his arm, his breath caught in his throat. And he turned to look somewhere else.