"Can I hug you?"
"Can! Of course, you can! Tsk. When can I get out of here?" like a whining spoiled child, Chleo relentlessly complained to Aslan until he was at his wit end.
This Chleo version was more chatty than the red-haired one. Aslan wondered how the blue king could survive with two different but equally annoying Chleos.
One loved to say those spiteful and heartbreaking words while the other talked too much to make his eardrums hurt.
Ever since her childhood, Chleo was always energetic and had limitless stamina. The little girl loved to tell stories and put on her practiced puppy expression whenever her father didn't fulfill her wish.
That's the true nature of Chleo in this era.
However, it was different from Chleo in the past. This cheerful nature had completely swallowed by the trauma ever since she was drowned in the river.
