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Blue eyes peeked up at Deacon through her dark hair as Lucette considered her choice. The last time she talked to Uncle about her...headaches and the voice, he started to act a bit strange and secretive, telling her that if it happened again or got worse to go to him. So she wouldn’t be doing anything wrong, but...
“Are you certain that he isn’t busy with other business? I really do not want to disturb him with my unwanted problems.” She asks, holding onto Deacon’s hand tightly so she wouldn’t fall. Others would find the coldness of the clockwork’s hand startling but she found comfort in the chill. It grounded her, in a way. “I do believe it would be smart to inform Uncle about this but...”
She did not know why she stopped but she did anyway. But what? But her foolish pride? But she was still angry? She wasn’t. Her anger has evaporated into thin air long ago. But that doesn’t mean Kane’s own did.
“You are right, Deacon but still, I..” She tried again but still, something was stopping her.
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Lucette lets a short laugh at Deacon’s words of Kane’s unpredictability, but then stops when he talks about Kane caring. She of course knew that her Uncle cared about her, she would not be here if he did not, but it never truly occurred to her that how much it showed. She had always assumed that whenever Kane shown displeasure or anger with her that it was a sign of him getting tired of her.
“You…you are right, Deacon. I should have thought more deeply about Uncle’s reactions and behaviors. He is not a simple…clockwork man.” She quietly admits, a sense of shame creeping up her arms. She raises a single black eyebrow when Deacon suggested that she have an honest conversation with her Uncle after they had an argument but she then realizes her mistake and mentally smacks herself, her expression shifting into one of embarrassment. Of course after an argument, especially now that they both had some space from each other. Though it would probably be best to save it until tonight or early tomorrow before lessons. Just in case.
“You’re right, Deacon. Maybe it is time that Uncle and I have a true discussion like adults rather than yelling at each other like children. It may not change his stance on the matter but…maybe it would help him realize that I am not withholding my approval out of spite or for Teach. I am just waiting for the right prince or noble to woo me off my feet and for him to be worthy of Valencia and her people. I am certain that Uncle wouldn’t like some inexperienced fool to have some control of Valencia, no?” She asks, a sly gin blooming upon her lips with her rising mood. Only to sour again when she felt her stirring about and getting ready to say something. Before Deacon’s progress could be ruined, she threw her back into the cage and turned her attention once more on Deacon, making sure to wipe away any trace of discomfort or annoyance from her face.
“I do not think any of us would appreciate an unsuitable heir. It is already enough that-” Deacon stops himself from trailing any further, not meaning to imply what he is thinking. He corrects himself and stands taller, taking a small note of Lucette’s facial expressions. He usually pays close attention to body language, and has noticed she’s been struggling this whole session.
“It seems that the argument must be affecting you greatly, or there is something else at hand.” He leans further to get a better look at her face. “Is something the matter, your highness?”