[ Her head lifts up and her eyes widen. It's rare to hear her mother to speak with her so honestly and openly. Their conversations rarely at all reach past the surface, and most her time is spent in the company of Stiles or the guards. So she's taken a little off guard. ]
Sherlock talks a lot... [ She says after a moment. Even if he had told her he'd talk to the Queen. Glancing away briefly, faint color rests in her cheeks. Her feelings are so jumbled up. She can't shake the way she feels abandoned, frustrated and angry with her mother after having been sent away at such a young age to attend school. She's never gotten the opportunity to be close with her. Yet at the same time she wants her mother's approval and attention. Such contradictory feelings. It doesn't help that she knows above all else that as the Queen, she has to put matters of the realm and everything else for the good of their people first.
But it's still just... frustrating. Gaze lowering her brows knit as she tries to piece together her thoughts. ]
I just- feel like there is so much I don't know. You're my mother and I barely know what to expect from the meeting. I know I am still learning and have a ways to go, but I want to be more than a figure head to- [ to her mother and others. The whole conversation has her flustered, though. Embarrassed, she wraps her arms around her waist and sighs, glancing outside. Why is she saying all this anyway? If her mother is trying to apologize, she shouldn't have to care.
. . . Even if she does.] It doesn't matter. Regardless of the reasons, I would like to speak with the others. There's a lot I don't know about the other Realms still. It will be a good opportunity.