[Crowe can count the number of times the king has addressed her directly and still have plenty of fingers left. Physically she straightens, and so follow her thoughts, at attention as practiced.]
No, sir. [Your Majesty? Probably ought to have been Your Majesty but thoughts are fickle and hers are ever so slightly shorting out.] It's more...things I'd prefer nobody else joins me for remembering.
[Amid a backdrop of pure uncertainty. Is that distant yet truthful enough?]
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No, sir. [Your Majesty? Probably ought to have been Your Majesty but thoughts are fickle and hers are ever so slightly shorting out.] It's more...things I'd prefer nobody else joins me for remembering.
[Amid a backdrop of pure uncertainty. Is that distant yet truthful enough?]