Austen Frinton-Smith & Anagene Wellington
Austen watched in genuine curiosity as the girl before him uttered her name: a slight frown meeting his features though disappearing just as quickly as he caught her stammer. This wasn’t the first time Austen had met someone who seemed indisputably afraid of speaking to him. From his public meeting him through charity sessions, or if he was just walking around town (after sneaking out of the palace) – many had, in his presence, reacted in a similar way as the girl. In the broad sense – Austen understood the nerves. For someone likely never being around royalty until this moment, it was a shocking occurrence. Though, Austen truly wanted to be treated – at least in conversations– as an equal to these girls. After all, one of these 35 women was going to be his future wife and if they could barely speak to him, he couldn’t very well imagine how their future would progress. Though, he gave the girl the benefit of the doubt. It was her first time meeting him – and hopefully, he could show her through this conversation that he was just like everyone else - a person.
“How about I call you by what you want to be called by Ana?” he questioned, laughing slightly as he settled into his seat.
“I’m so sorry about that… Usually, I’m firm as old oak. Thank the gods you were there, though, right?”
“That’s what I’m here for! 24 hours a day, 7 days a week – I might even say it’s a hobby of mine to catch someone off their feet,” he stated with a wink – hoping a little flirting would allow her to loosen up. “So, little rose, tell me about yourself. Tell me, if a genie granted you three wishes, what would you wish?” he asked – attempting to make the daunting question of ‘tell me about yourself’ slightly easier with the extra addition.
@GlitterFist - sorry for the confusion, Skyler wanted me to post it for her