Is it hard to be the king's child, never able to blend in?

She laughs.

I enjoy watching the little people scurry around me.

She is smiling, but he knows what she yearns to say aloud. He knows that she'd trade all the riches and esteem if only she could be with him. He knows she would much rather be kept in his embrace rather than be the second heir to the throne, King Endrin's favourite. He also knows they never would have met in the first place had it not been for her noble status. Simply knowing cannot change the way life works, however.

He knows she wants to grab his had as he feels her hand brush against his while they head towards the Provings. But knowing is never enough.