Maybe I like to keep up an air of mystery. You'll have to earn more answers on a second dance. [ They've been dancing for a while now, though, haven't they? It's the alcohol and the atmosphere. She's playing coy more than hiding; it's not a secret, exactly, and it hardly matters here of all places, but there's some lingering uncertainty, or maybe self-consciousness. It feels odd to claim a royal bloodline she feels so removed from now. Several lifetimes ago.

Ciri's hands slide down to Hilda's waist. ]

What's the Officer's Academy? A military school?