The brute before her turned and spoke, wondering all sorts of things. She felt some anger flare up, because in the false reality she had created, she was a princess, and she was to be protected. Another part of her felt guilty because he had been so worried over her false identity. Their whole dynamic was purely created by words, most of which were a lie, but Esti only felt a little guilty over it, nothing serious. Part of her wanted to punish the brute, but part of her wanted to thank him just for waiting for her. This charade was causing conflicting emotions, making it seriously less fun. Irritation bubbled in Esti's stomach, but she did well to swallow it, "You should be sorry. I was sick. I had to run to another for help, so yeah..." she trailed off, noticing her words were getting too harsh, she was getting too excited, and her mind was scheming.
"You, however can be forgiven, as my loyal servant," she reassured, "but you'll have to earn it, and I'm not sure how. Maybe, since it now seems necessary, you'll have to recruit a new follower, one who can guard me, you know, when you can't. " she said bluntly. Esti knew she was blaming her own problems on him, trying to manipulate him through guilt, but if it worked- if these words led to action- then her speech would be honeyed, and she would savor her plot; gain more followers, erase the doubt. Esti is a princess. "Speech"
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