She halted to a stop and, for nearly three minutes, didn't move, like she was a statue. "You know," she said finally, "that was so minuscule that I had to think hard to remember it. Diana," she said turning to to look at her, "I...it really doesn't matter. Don't bother apologising, most people would have done it. To you, I'm Elle."
"Yea but i've been trained....." She stopped herself from finishing the sentence, instead she paused for a bit. "I should have known better." She finally said, hoping Elle hadn't noticed. "Are we going to tell the others? About the Ball?"
Regardless of her spiraling thoughts and racing heartbeats, Elle was still Elle. and she noticed. She noticed any hick ups when it comes to people. Eying her closely, she eventually put it down to training down by the royals. Surely they must do some sort of training–especially in keeping their wits about them. You needed that in politics. "Well, there are four positions, so I think we should. I don't want to tell them how we got it," she said looking away.
Diana glanced up at Elle. "Like i said before with Linus... I know how to keep a secret." She tried to reassure Elle that she wouldn't be telling anyone. "Besides... it not exactly my place to tell anyone... we all have a past we want behind us."
Diana really hadn't that from Elle, So surprised that she couldn't bring herself to say anything at all. For a few moments she was silent, trying to decide if she could open up to Elle. "We have similar pasts Elle..." Diana began to say. "Maybe not exactly the same but, they are similar and just like you.... i don't like much people to know about it."
"I won't pry," she said scuffing her foot on the ground, "I'm a lot of things–prideful, snob–but I'm not a hypocrite." She visibly hesitated then, "I...I'm not good with this. With people." Saying that she wasn't good at something was obviously a challenge and hard to force the words out of her mouth, "I don't really know what to do. I grew up...I grew up being taught to never care for people. That I was weak if I were. So...this idea of opening up. It terrifies me. The idea of loving, caring, terrifies me and it feels like I am failing him, my dad. I don't know why I'm saying this...but...I don't mind if you do ask that is, cause I get it, but..." she trailed off with a shrug.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Diana's lips, remembering how she was taught the same thing - not to care about anyone or trust anyone. It's one of the main reasons she hasn't expressed how she feels about Liam. "I like to think that caring for people doesn't make us weak... it probably makes us stronger." Diana voiced, unsure if she was trying to convince Elle or convince herself. "Anyways... we should probably get back to the others.... i'm sure a certain Lunar prince is getting worried about you." She finally let the smile form on her lips as she gazed at Elle.
"Oh please," she grumbled, "I doubt he's even taken notice, too busy snogging Erraline, and anyway...nothing is going to happen," she said with a wave of her hand, "I've got nothing to offer, not a name, not a cent, and he's a prince. Nor am I a good person. I'll just hurt him. But yeah, I suppose we should go back."