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( continuing from here. )

You flatter me but I speak only truth. Out west are sunflower fields that stretch as far as the eye can see. Even my eyes have difficulty seeing their end.
Perhaps in the summer you will see them.

That would be lovely. Will you ride out with me to see them then?

I would ask to make it a family trip with Arakhis, but I genuinely worry we may lose him amidst the flowers.

If my schedule allows it. I dislike being away from the capital for too long. But it has been some time since I visited that part of the country.
It takes a week on the train to reach the Wēnnuan Ocean.
Margaery, the crystal clear waters are the deepest, most beautiful shade of blue. The color of your eyes is the closest thing that can compare to it.

[ it takes a second for her to remember what they were discussing prior to his smooth comparison. ]

You tempt me with such lovely details - and opportunity. Surely, it would only be right to visit that part of the country, especially with a new queen?

But I'll be patient. Until we get a chance to go, you're welcome to gaze at the color of my eyes as often as you'd like.

Such lovely details pale compared to the wild majesty and beauty outside of Acacia. You see this city, the miles of well-maintained roads and tracks that our well-dressed citizens ride. The series of canals on the River Stirrende that transport numerous ships out west. The electricity that turns night into day and silence into noise. You see this and might think that this land has been domesticated.
Yet, most of the country remains untamed. Areas that remain undiscovered and unexplored. Animals and sights that I have never seen. Forests, mountains, and fields that I doubt Fluer herself has stepped foot in.
That is what awaits you, Margaery.

... you're teasing me on purpose now, aren't you?

What makes you think I am teasing you?

Has anyone ever told you that you have an ability to weave poetry in your words? You could write whole pages of description and I would happily read through them slowly, savoring each line.

That is why I think you must be teasing me, imparting such longing when you're the most diligent person I may have ever met.

It has been said that Horsepeople speak only in melodies. My predecessor, Ignace, referred to it as "the sway of grass in a rainstorm."
With neither paper nor a written language and an abundance of time, we have little else to do but to reflect and compose verses in our minds and share them with others.

( much of the older generation in the samovoljnikonji clan still have not learned to read or write, aside from a few important words. )

It would be neglectful on my part if I did not extoll the beauty of this country and impart such longing. Would you not say so?

I don't disagree, darling. I suppose now is the time for me to confess that patience is hardly one of my virtues and I am restless by nature. Nothing would make me happier than being out and about, and the thought of exploring countrysides unknown have me longing to be there rather than here.

If I may be honest, King Amboise's autobiography hardly tempers that desire. A small consolation is that I've nearly reached the end.

Then so be it. This is also yours. You have every right to explore it and be happy.

If King Amboise does temper that desire, his son, Nacogdoches, will surely heighten it. You will learn why so many parks and gardens are named after him.

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And yet, happiness does not always equate to duty performed well, does it? You need not indulge me so wholeheartedly. I simply have to appreciate the beauty of your words for what they are - possibilities of soon.

Should I leave King Nacogdoches for last?

Is it an indulgence that I wish not to be any sort of impediment to your curiosity and happiness?

It is to your discretion in what order you read the books. ( though he doesn't know why she would skip nacogdoches's autobiography and forty years of ornefluerian history. )

Do not fear that the next six books after his will temper or kill your wonderment for the outdoors — Nacogdoches published several books on botany that will revive the withering flower.

When you ask me like that, it's very difficult to say yes. But I suppose it simply means I need to reconsider what I would normally call an 'indulgence'.

How would you define it?

As respect.
Freely given without thought of reciprocation and without thought to your position, beauty, intelligence, or your family's wealth. But merely because you are human.

Do you know that's the first time anyone has said such a thing to me?

If you've ever doubted yourself as king, I hope you see the proof pointing to the contrary in your answer.

Such an answer is hardly indicative of one's worthiness for power.

( only zhiva and those who weave the tapestry of the world know if it was fate or chance that placed him upon the throne of ornefluer. if all roads led to it or if it was an accident. but constantin has known many people who shouldn't have sat on a throne, as has margaery. whether it was fate or destiny, perhaps he should be grateful that events turned out the way they did. )

I shall take it as the compliment that you intended, however, and thank you.
Your kindness and thoughtfulness are very dear to me.

[ a king who comes from humble origins and knows how to regard all equally on the basis of their humanity is already far more than one who might be born into power, who has no idea what it means to actually respect anything other than their own birthright.

but she simply smiles to herself, and sends Arakhis off with a gentle command to be extra affectionate towards Constantin on her behalf. ]

Of course, dear heart. As long as you know my compliment is given in earnest as well, not just blind adoration. xo.

Until we speak again, Marg.

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we can't end when its about to hit the good stuff (flowers and traveling)

constantin is such a qt pie LMAO he's like pls, no compliments, im being SRS RN!!!

flowers is a serious topic of conversation marg.

WOW CONSTANTIN

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his sus face kills me

mfw a dog's eyes go

that's where arakhis gets his eyes from huh

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