Canute wasn’t sure what it was about the girl before him, he’d seen many before her in the past two days but this girl… she was different in his eyes. Wulf spoke to Canute, whispering, “what do you think of this one?”, he asked his King. Canute heard his guard, cutting his eyes to the girl, his fingers curled over his lips, his palm under his chin. The girl was timid, shy like he once was. Maybe, just maybe that’s why he liked her, she didn’t try and impress him and look foolish.