The trek was not an easy one by any means, but she did it. She climbed the dark mountain, crossed the lava moat, got past the dragon. She very nearly got boiled alive in her armor for doing so, and she doubted the dragon would stay down for long— it seemed more like it was tired by fighting her than actually injured— but she had survived. And now, Cassandra would be the hero. Scale the tower, rescue the fair maiden trapped inside, and bring her home to a grateful populace.
At least that was how she expected it to go. Until, halfway through climbing the stairs to the top, she nearly collided with the princess headed the opposite way.
"Oof—" Said more in surprise than actual impact, Cassandra took a couple steps backwards and gripped the crumbling wall to prevent sliding further. She stared at the princess through the slit in her helmet. Princess Fiona stared back, clearly just as startled as she was. Awkward.
After a long, painful silence, Cassandra cleared her throat, her voice echoing and distorting against the metal. "Well. I was going to say, 'Your Highness, I've come to rescue you'... but it looks like you already have it covered." She couldn't help but be a little annoyed at that— she came all this way, risked her life, for a princess that couldn't even bother to wait for rescue. Completely spoiled the mood! Still, she was already here, might as well. "Nevermind, let's just go." If it wasn't going to be a formal rescue, she wasn't going to bother with formal language.
