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“Outclassed?” My attention snaps back to Avin.  “You’re never that.  There’s no such thing as class, Kit.  You’re a person, she’s a person.  You just live a different life; speak a different language.  You’ll learn.  One day it will happen, and suddenly she’ll see you in a new light.”

Speak a different language.  Yeah.  That’s exactly how it feels.  But how exactly do I learn her language?

And when?

It feels like I’ve been waiting a long time for this, and I guess any rational person would’ve given up long ago.  But I just can’t quit on her.  Valencia intrigues me, and I’m pretty sure that I intrigue her at least a little bit too – at the very least, I know she usually enjoys spending time with me, and I think that’s a good sign.

I just feel like there’s potential here, that’s all I’m saying.

It’s just kind of hard to wait and see if anything comes of it, that’s all.

Really hard, actually.  Maybe heartbreaking is a better word?

But I can’t just quit because it’s hard.  If I give up on her now…I’m not sure I could ever forgive myself.

“My wife used to be a princess. We were outclassed.  When the question finally came, she still said yes.”

My eyes widen.  A princess?

That’s…

THAT’S SO COOL!

“You married a princess?  That sounds like something straight out of a fairy tale!”  I beam at him excitedly.  “Wait so does that make you a prince now?” Something pricks at the back of my mind, telling me I should probably shut up before I make a fool of myself – or worse, pry too hard and make Avin angry.

In fact, maybe I’ve already overstepped my bounds – Avin’s already clenching his fists…

Still, I have one more question burning in the back of my throat.

“So…that part about speaking a different language…” I trail off a little bit.  I’ve got that uncomfortable, exposed feeling again, but I think this time I should be safe.  Besides, Avin obviously has experience, and I don’t.  “Well, I mean that’s exactly what it feels like.  But how exactly do you learn her language?”

Strangely enough, it feels like a weight just lifted off of my shoulders.  I really don’t know Valencia, despite what I’ve been inclined to say.  In fact, I don’t know her well at all, and I really don’t know how to know her.  This is the closest I’ve ever gotten to real help, real advice that I’ve received, and I fully intend to listen to the best of my extent.