"Are you here to mock me?" Eryn the Light Elf Princess says through her gritted teeth.
"Do I need to do that? The fact that I let you live is already an insult enough, no?" I retort blandly.
Eryn stomps the ground like a child throwing a tantrum. She keeps clenching and unclenching her hands. She must be frustrated that she can't do anything to me. If it was up to her, she would have strangled me the moment I entered the cell. Unfortunately, the Geas I put on her makes it impossible for her to do that.
"You healed quickly."
"My gene is superior—what did you expect?"
Eryn scoffs as she tosses her hair. The princess is incredibly stuck-up. She must have grown up with people who keep stroking her ego at any chance they get. That doesn't matter, of course. I have full control over her. Her personality is meaningless when she will do what I ask her.
