[ It can't be helped, the glowering on her face, Gwenhwyfar crossing her arms tightly, almost in an effort to soothe herself. ]

Yes.

[ While it's always been something she's kept to herself, any slither of doubt actually makes her angry. What Gwenhwyfar really wants to say how much she had suffered for it. What it was like to hear these words whispered in her ears by a rival king, almost every night to break her spirit.

But she doesn't, only pulling a face that expresses how hurt she is by it, a look that she is sure her teacher would condemn, it would be an open display of weakness. ]

Think whatever you like. [ As her voice begins to quiver, she steals herself right back up. ]

I only want to know your association with him. Whoever he has ties with, I will have ties with, for better or worse.