( that explains a fair bit, she writes, then immediately deletes. too judgemental, even if it's true — even if he had looked as at home in that lofty library as an oil painting hung over a hearth, lovely and comfortable and expensive. everything that alina certainly isn't.
but what had made the greater impression: his distaste for their circumstances, disenchanted in ways that still remind her of nikolai's tales of choppy waters and sea breezes, birds that embrace open air over the comfort of a golden cage. only princes and nobles that know the soft silk and warm, full bellies could spurn their host's gifts of comfort this deeply, when so many others would bleed for the opportunity. )
You must feel at home here, then. No wonder you hate it so much.
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but what had made the greater impression: his distaste for their circumstances, disenchanted in ways that still remind her of nikolai's tales of choppy waters and sea breezes, birds that embrace open air over the comfort of a golden cage. only princes and nobles that know the soft silk and warm, full bellies could spurn their host's gifts of comfort this deeply, when so many others would bleed for the opportunity. )
You must feel at home here, then.
No wonder you hate it so much.