I like that you're not nice to me, I love your heart of ice.

She considered him thoughtfully, not believing it for a second. He had been frantic. It was the only reason she had pulled the plug. Well, that and his cute little flush. But, he had his secrets, and she would let him keep them. “Right,” She agreed teasingly. “Eager.”

He wasn’t the only one who wished her power was real. “Yeah… then maybe something good would come of all this.” Her voice slipped into bitter tones, before she flushed. Eager to change the subject, she grasped onto the option he gave her. Giving him a formal bow with flourish she said. “Kyanite Fatalis, Princess of the Armada” she gave him a prim little grin, before dropping the act and kicking a paw through the dirt. “But call me Kite, if you call my Kyanite I won't promise I won't bite. You didn’t give me your name, either”

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