Audrey gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, seeing the look on your face. "Rest easy, it's fair 'alf done. Tho' when I heard it in the square, they sang the refrain a dozen times over at th'end. Sticks in y'r head, it does."
"S'blood," you say, both palms pressed against your temples, "you mean to tell me they're singing this in the square?"
"It's all the fashion; apparently the first passable work from this Princess in ages, if the lusty merchant who bought me this scroll's to be believed."
The one you can't believe is Gwendell. You caused her a touch of embarrassment by feigning not to know her, and in return she pens this? Where's the sense of proportion?
She wraps her fingertips about the sheet, her initial excitement transitioning to solicitude as she scans your face. "Bandochel, is this really about you?"