With a pat to the arm she now held, she started walking with Abe toward the center of the library, where the news articles were archived.
"You know French?" With equal parts surprise and brilliant delight in her voice, she slid into her native tongue (complete with 18th century accents. That smile, which had been open, welcoming, and accepting, turned blindingly vibrant. "I daresay you're very much a dashing prince already!"
She'd never seen the Disney adaptation, but she'd found and read the fairy tale, and found that she very much identified with the heroine. Unlike that Beauty, however, she never wished for an enchanted prince to rescue. What she had here in the City was far better than any storybook love.