“you see everything so clearly, don't you?” Sarcasm drips from the prince's tongue as he gives her a brief, but condescending once over. “...It must be nice — being wrong but still getting what you want.”
“Getting all I want, Your Highness?” – yes, she does feel inclined to use a proper title, and give him a proper curtsy (perhaps slightly too deep). But her voice is laced with irony. Perhaps not so open as his, but it’s there. After all, it’s now their game: a cat and a mouse. But who’s who: that’s not entirely clear for Nunnally – “So, what is it that you gave me that I wanted?” – after all, you’re still not polite. Well, perhaps now you’re not so openly rude, but you’re still lacking the chivalry I would expect. From anyone of your status.
Nunnally looks different now; different than the last time they met. She’s much more of a lady now. Long expensive court dress; moderately adorned with jewels. Her hair neatly done. A gentle make-up to emphasis her natural beauty. She is the princess; there is no way anyone could deny it. And yet, Huin still chooses to see that girl from the beach in her. Barefoot and in casual dress. Does he want the uncensored version of her? She’s ready to entertain his wish.
She’ll put up a play for him if he really wished to see one. Nunnally’s a good actress: she needs to be. After all, all that men want is their imagination of a person woman, and not who she really is. That’s the lesson she was given back there, where she is coming from. It seems it’s just the same h e r e with this p r i n c e. She furrows her brows. Slightly, but enough for Huin to notice it. Her blue eyes now turning stormy; her voice is clear and polite, though: --
“So, what have you given me that I wanted, Your Highness?” – the demon girl repeats her question.
“I am your prisoner. Restricted to do as I please. Observed and scrutinized in whatever I do.” – Nunnally shrugs – “Do you think a dress and a maid would make it up to me for losing my freedom?” – she takes a step towards Huin invading his personal space; not too much but enough so that the pair is close to each another: --
“If you truly think so, you are so very wrong here.”
“Your Highness.” – she bows – “Do I have your permission to leave?”
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