Belle listened to him, curiously. His way of getting here seemed a lot more confusing than her way. She could rationalize this whole experience, saying she hit her head too hard. She hadn’t been entirely sure that, that wasn’t the case anyway. Then she heard his story and her whole theory vanished. She had really been stuck there.
She looked at him as he spoke. He looked sad. She felt bad for having brought up painful memories, though she wasn’t sure how she did that. And she really did want to hear more about Tokyo. But it had been clear that he wanted to move on, so she didn’t press the issue.
“I actually moved recently.” She still didn’t quite trust him enough to tell him about the palace. His mood changed way too often. “But the town I lived in was very small. Everyone knew everybody’s business. They were nice enough, but my father and I weren’t exactly the favorites. At least not by anyone worth being noticed by. No one liked that I read a lot. And my father is a fantastic inventor. But the town thought he was a bit...eccentric.” What did that town know anyway? No one appreciated her father for what he really was.
“The bookkeeper was the nicest though. He let me borrow a new book everyday. He even let me keep one” She hoped she didn’t bore him. Her story was much more interesting than that. But she had been warned that there were dangerous people here. And to let anyone know she was a princess screamed bad idea. She could tell he wasn’t giving her every detail of his life, so she didn’t see the need to tell him everything. They weren’t friends yet. If they ever got to know each other better she’d tell him the whole story she thought.
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She looked at him as he spoke. He looked sad. She felt bad for having brought up painful memories, though she wasn’t sure how she did that. And she really did want to hear more about Tokyo. But it had been clear that he wanted to move on, so she didn’t press the issue.
“I actually moved recently.” She still didn’t quite trust him enough to tell him about the palace. His mood changed way too often. “But the town I lived in was very small. Everyone knew everybody’s business. They were nice enough, but my father and I weren’t exactly the favorites. At least not by anyone worth being noticed by. No one liked that I read a lot. And my father is a fantastic inventor. But the town thought he was a bit...eccentric.” What did that town know anyway? No one appreciated her father for what he really was.
“The bookkeeper was the nicest though. He let me borrow a new book everyday. He even let me keep one” She hoped she didn’t bore him. Her story was much more interesting than that. But she had been warned that there were dangerous people here. And to let anyone know she was a princess screamed bad idea. She could tell he wasn’t giving her every detail of his life, so she didn’t see the need to tell him everything. They weren’t friends yet. If they ever got to know each other better she’d tell him the whole story she thought.