Itachi was not a true dreamer, but sometimes thoughts could escape and evolve beyond his control. His cage was empty and his days were quiet without the melodic sound of songbirds. He could feel her move closer despite the fact that there was too much of a distance for their skin to meet. Was it right for a lower ranked member to tower above him in such a way? He had to lift his muzzle and gaze up at her now if he wanted to gaze into soft jade. She believed in such foolish stories, she confessed. ”Sit with me,” he invited, unwilling to obtain a sore neck if a few words exchanged would evolve into a conversation. Perhaps he should have chosen different words, but he doubted he would truly suffer in her company. Perhaps she would suffer in his though, some found him quite strange.
No smile rose to match the young female’s smile. He did not intend to be rude, but his face was not a place where joy and sadness were allowed to linger. There was nothing for her to read from his features. Perhaps there existed a certain princess that lacked her headwear. ”Perhaps,” Eyes with the colour of freshly drawn blood returned to the object in his hands. ”But she doesn’t know what she is yet.” For how could she know without her crown?
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