Post dance I • With Magnus
Dorothea’s lips curved into a sardonic half-smile, her gaze unwavering as she met Magnus’s softened expression. His admission of past mistakes and newfound civility though seemingly sincere, were met with a healthy dose of skepticism on her part. “How gracious of you, Your grace, to finally acknowledge the obvious,” she replied, her tone dripping with irony. “Your capacity for self-reflection appears to have improved, even if belatedly.”
She paused for a moment, allowing her words to linger in the air. “I must say, it is rather impressive how you managed to remember the events of two years ago. I suppose I should feel honored by your attention.” Her words carried a hint of mockery, highlighting the lingering bitterness from their past encounters.
She continued, her voice laced with a touch of irony, “Forgive me if I don’t leap to embrace your change of heart with open arms.” . Dorothea’s tone then tone turned cooler and composed, her guard firmly in place, “But, you see, your desire to prove anything to me, or the lack of it, is of little concern to me, your grace,” she stated coolly. “I assure you, my world does not revolve around your reputation nor the desire for your approval. Two years ago or today, it matters little to me.”
“But please, do not concern yourself with my opinions. I am but a humble lady who has no desire to occupy your thoughts. We shall see if your actions align with your words in due time.” Despite the prince’s attempt to somewhat mend their strained interaction, Dorothea’s guard remained firmly in place. She gave a polite yet pointed nod, her expression holding a glimmer of detachment. “Until then, I shall bid you good evening.”
With a graceful and dignified bow that spoke volumes of her unyielding poise, Dorothea turned on her heel and gracefully departed, her steps measured and deliberate.