The silence she received was hardly unsurprising. And she would simply ignore such a thing until he decided she was worth speaking to enough to answer her generous offer. He wasn’t happy, oh she could feel that anger from where she sat and honestly it brought a small grin to her face. 

Look at how things flipped. It used to be her, there, in the dirt, looking up with angry eyes imprisoned not by bars but by the societal attitude towards poor orphan children. At least, this poor orphan child. To see the prince. The beloved one reduced to where she had to call home more often than not, well, it was like a soothing balm. And here she was, being more generous than his family ever was to her by offering a blanket. 

She was practically a saint. 

‘Uncouth?’ She raised a brow, what the hell does that mean? Ugh, such a spoiled brat. Context told her it wasn’t a good word, she doubted he’d be praising the flooring of his cell. He wasn’t looking at her. That was fine. He could pout all he wanted with his fancy words. 

“I ain’t gonna be behind nothin’, your majesty,” it wasn’t a tone of reverence, the mocking title leaving her lips, “I got protection,” well, that was what she had been promised. Who knew how true the promise was? 

Ugh. He was so well bred. Like a show horse, preened and sculpted from his body to his mind. ‘Particularly,’ who the hell uses that word? “No one likes the cold, your majesty,” said with as much mock as it had been the first time, “That’s why we have blankets,” she had gotten up to grab the promised item, her mind thinking back to her own words. Well. She liked the cold. 

Snow, really. 

Her eyes shut a moment as she shook the thought away and tossed the blanket gently in towards the back of the man, lingering, standing in front of the cell, “Take a nap. Your whining is annoying me. Rich people always whine. What do you have to whine about?” Aside from being kidnapped and held for ransom, of course.