"Faf..."
"You don't look too bad."
Fafnir raised her arm, stopping Roland from continuing, and turned to glance over her shoulder at the corner of the corridor, where the edge of a black uniform flickered.
"If they want to listen, they might as well come forward and do it openly; however, it seems that the Black Dragon Clan, who revel in being moles and peeping toms, prefer eavesdropping."
After a moment of silence, and with a smack of lips, the palpable hostility that even the detention room could feel began to fade away.
"Tch. Even as part of the Dragon Clan, becoming the captain of the Personal Guard has made you just as annoying as a dog."
"Um, Your Highness Fafnir..."
"Drop the 'Your Highness.' I'm just a prisoner scrounging for food on this ship. Are you calling me 'Your Highness' to mock me?"
With a wry smile, Fafnir blinked at Roland, who was staring at her dumbfounded.
