Monologue Of Naslava Essay

Though it was naïve of Vladislava to put some trust into one person, with trust issues nonetheless, it had been her choice, and she needed to stick with it. Court manners were also in play here, and she had believed it to be even more risky not to have her maid in the room with her then for her to be somewhere else.

“You are too kind, Messere Laurent.” She simply stated, with a nod of her head, completely agreeing with his words. “Trust, even earned, is hard for me to grasp. But I hope one day, it will not be as hard.”

If it was not obvious by now, Vladislava knew of Roland’s loyalty to her house and hoped that the conversation between the two of them, told him as much; but she would soon learn that things weren’t always that easy, and assurances were needed in most cases. But she would not blame
“I assure you my intentions are good, even if they may be naïve and perhaps a bit out of my bound.” She didn’t want ever to be accused of going against her family, but like mentioned before, she probably would have done the same — as it was starting to appear as much. “Like yourself, I would never want to cross my family; cousins or not — we still share blood.” She started, “It could, however, look like I am.” She bit her lip once again.

“Of all my strengths, Messere Laurent, I admit the battlefield is not one of them. Nor, frankly, do I wish it to be so.” She nodded her head before getting up, walking towards one of the windows close by them to look out of it. “We need all the allies we can access, and I ensure to unite with one who has an army.” She looked over her shoulder. “For my families, and Nymarra’s sake.” She ran through her hair, turning back to him again — now more nervous than ever waiting for his answer. She had to admit to herself, that her line of thinking was perhaps more dangerous than she had originally