Sam looks surprised at first, and perhaps there is a brief flicker of shame before something softer and fonder settles on his features. He looks beyond his years then, looks like he might be king already, wise and caring beyond what he should be at his age.
"Your concern honours me, Sergeant, and you've proven tenfold why I'm glad to have lobbied for your appointment. You've served our country, given so much, and you'd rather risk more than be silent. I would rather be surrounded by people who dare cross a line in protocol to speak their mind, than bow to rules and stand idly by. So you do not need to fear repercussion. Inwould never wish for you to hold your tongue, or dace punishment for being good hearted. Please, be at ease. Especially when it's just me you're speaking to."
Sam glances down then, before focusing on the little shrine for a moment. Allows silence to settle while he lights one of the candles always placed upon it. In the dark of the evening, the small flame warms his features.
"I know what awaits me. He has demanded my hand in marriage for three years. It pains me to admit we could have ended the war a long time ago. My parents refused his demand as long as they could. Longer than I wished them to."
And it was people like Bucky who paid the price for Sam being spared it. He looks back to Bucky, makes sure to keep his features warm. Swallows the sadness. He looks regal. And lonely.
"I've known I would be hurt and unhappy for three years. I've made my peace with that."
It's absolutely out of line for him to speak like that of the monarch he is to wed. Alas...
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Date: 2022-12-24 08:36 pm (UTC)"Your concern honours me, Sergeant, and you've proven tenfold why I'm glad to have lobbied for your appointment. You've served our country, given so much, and you'd rather risk more than be silent. I would rather be surrounded by people who dare cross a line in protocol to speak their mind, than bow to rules and stand idly by. So you do not need to fear repercussion. Inwould never wish for you to hold your tongue, or dace punishment for being good hearted. Please, be at ease. Especially when it's just me you're speaking to."
Sam glances down then, before focusing on the little shrine for a moment. Allows silence to settle while he lights one of the candles always placed upon it. In the dark of the evening, the small flame warms his features.
"I know what awaits me. He has demanded my hand in marriage for three years. It pains me to admit we could have ended the war a long time ago. My parents refused his demand as long as they could. Longer than I wished them to."
And it was people like Bucky who paid the price for Sam being spared it. He looks back to Bucky, makes sure to keep his features warm. Swallows the sadness. He looks regal. And lonely.
"I've known I would be hurt and unhappy for three years. I've made my peace with that."
It's absolutely out of line for him to speak like that of the monarch he is to wed. Alas...