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"-don't think it's unreasonable," Snow White said, edging through the doorway, eyes only on the man behind her at first.

She'd only turned her head to catch the first flash of noise and movement in a room that was not The Conservatory, when her posture shifted quick as lightning. The straighten of her back, the broaden of her shoulders, the way even her the hold of her fingers might make a weapon of the object in her hand (a delicate pearlescent comb, the most recent of congratulatory gifts she felt compelled to use).

Realization and recognition of Milliways struck the next second, with a soft, "Oh," before she had turned her attention back to him. Surprised seriousness clearing as completely as a cloud having passed across the path of the sun.

Her eyebrows raised, standing in the doorway, almost leaning against the door, with a playfully teasing smile having taken back her mouth. "I've already agreed to let the fairies do something to my hair that makes it look like a bedecked pastry, I should be allowed to pass on the train."

"I'm sure you'll be beautiful," the man beside her said, his gaze fond and unwavering as his fingertips lightly brushed against the underside of her arm, cradling her elbow as they lingered in the doorway. He drew her close against him, pressing a kiss to her hairline.

"Pastry or otherwise." Prince Charming's smile remained long after he pulled back to gaze at his bride-to-be.

Snow's head ducked, first, and then cocked to one side. As if to point out compliments and kisses did not get you anywhere with this discussion, but her eyes had lightened, as her cheeks pinked, and her smile had become far more fair. "You're only saying that because no one has tried to make you wear an intricately beaded, ten foot, train yet."

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"I see and magic is commonplace there?"

The name seems to imply it but names don't always mean what they say in Milliways.

"I am not certain I would call it common," Snow said repeating the word, with a glance at James. The hold of her fingers had shifted without her realizing it. There's more tension to her touch that she can't shake from instant reaction. Her StepMother. Every step there. Every bit of magic.

"As most people do not have it." Herself, included. Except. Except for Their Love, which beat even the encroaching shadow of death. "But there are fairies and witches and other beings who do have magic in our world, that most everyone does know about."

And. And The Evil Queen. And The Dark One.

"People are aware of magic, yes, and there are those who possess it." There are those who do good with the magic they have, however, and there are those - like the Queen, like the Dark One - who choose to do evil with it, to prevent others from enjoying the happiness they've been afforded.

"Luckily, we have chosen to surround ourselves with those who use magic for good purposes, a means to a happy ending," he adds, giving Snow's hand a firm squeeze before releasing it to slip his arm around her back, cradling her gently.

"I understand. In the Old Kingdom, my family works to protect our people from those who wield darker magic,"

Sam looks away from them for a moment, he shouldn't miss Kait. Their lives have moved away from each other and that's how it is.

She isn't sure what causes him to turn away slightly, but her heart goes out to him, even she does take some comfort in the hand against her back. It's too recent, and in the end she can't be sure it won't always be that way.

A slate of ice and sharp reactions that involve her Stepmother.

(The feeling that no matter how much ground they reclaim, it will never stop her.)

"What is your Old Kingdom like?" She asked, hoping it wasn't the subject that pained him.

"Yes, please tell us about your world," he replies, smiling encouragingly.

It's more of a rarity for him to encounter anyone from the land they originate from, and he does so enjoy hearing about new places. His adventuring has likely come to a close as they near the eve of their wedding, so it's a way for him to feel as though he's experiencing these worlds without ever having stepped foot there.

"It's nothing very special. The Old Kingdom is held together by the magic of the Charter and bordered by the Wall on one side,"

He doesn't have a hugely good grasp of the size and numbers of people as things are still being put back together but he's able to provide some information. Since what happened at the Fulwin's Mill, he's been doing enough diplomatic world that he can talk about the Old Kingdom fairly easily.

Perhaps it is that same whimsy, curiosity even when it is set aside for duty, for their people, that she feels. That shapes the entirety of the question that comes from Sameth's words. "What is on the other side of the wall?"

In her experience, walls were not built, whether physical or not, without something to keep out and something to keep in.