She took all her view of him as he spoke and she wished that he was a
Sedash, like herself.
"I don't hate the Sedash, and I do like you." he resumed. "But because of our physical differences I would have difficulties in giving you the love that you seek."
She let her head tip forward, her chin resting on her chest. She understood exactly what Lloyd meant.
"You are attractive, Lehnar. You will find someone else. That person will be much better suited for you than I could ever be."
She glanced at the state-room door as they finally reached it.
"Tell me, Mr. Bartlett … is that young man a good king?
Lloyd didn't respond. His eyes were enough to question her about how she knew who they were.
"My father knew the both of you from the very start. The young one carried himself with great nobility, and you always look to him for approval." she continued to reveal to him her knowledge of them.
Lloyd quietly laughed as he answered her. "Do you really believe that if my friend were a King that we would surely travel the trade route by caravan, rather than travel by foot?"
"My father taught me, methods can often be misleading." she said. "Then there is that strange and powerful weapon that your friend carried. It is not the compliment of an intellectual."