>>5948265“Wait!” You call out and affix the inquisitor with the firmest glare you can manage, “Making me wait in the rain was extremely disrespectful, and I’ll only forgive you this once because you’re injured!” To complete the scolding you fold your arms, huff, and pout. That’ll teach him! For sure!
“Uh, okay?” Urk! He looks more confused than anything- wait why is he poking at his wound? “Sorry, I didn’t even realize I took a hit. Be bad if I let it get infected, so thanks.” He then starts to pat himself down, clearly looking for something.
Looks like you’ll need to step in, like always, “I suppose that I can be courteous enough to rid you of this trouble. Remove your hand and I will heal the wound with my magics.”
“You know healing magic?”
“You can count it as one of my very many talents,” you state before you lean over to hover a hand near his wound. You don’t kneel even if that would make it easier, royalty does not kneel!
“That’s a pretty rare skill, you must be a pretty powerful MageKnight to pull off something like that.” You don’t miss the hidden question in that statement. You’re skilled so why are you here? Why is such a young and important noble waiting in the rain for some shady character at night? That’s what he must be wondering, the dog!
Well if he knew then there wouldn’t be a need for such stupid questions. You’re skilled, but not skilled enough. Bested by a commoner in all things, the disgrace! And despite it all you still would’ve ended the victor in the academy if you could just keep control of your blasted temper!
“Hey, you alright there?” The inquisitor dumbly states as he notices your gritted teeth.
You try and save as much face as you can, “Hmph, shows how little you know, but yes I am indeed finished. Just so you know I only did this because I couldn’t bear to keep looking at your pitiful state, don’t expect to get this kind of treatment again!” You say as you stand to your full height. It’s about enough to look the inquisitor square in the eyes. You’re more used to looking down on people.
Infuritatingly the inquisitor only chuckles at your menacing declaration, “Sure thing princess. I’ll try my hardest to not get stabbed in the future.”
“I believe that’s enough dallying, inquisitor. Weren’t you the one who was rushing just a moment ago? Well? Where is it that we need to depart to?”
“Right, sorry for the distraction. Come on, we can walk and talk,” he pauses for a moment, an oil lantern being lit in the dunderhead's skull, “That is unless the princess is opposed to getting a little wet?”
Idiot. You don’t rise to his taunt and take two calculated steps so you both dodge the first puddle and stand directly in the rain. Immediately you wish you didn’t do that as the winds and water mat your silver hair over your red eyes and makes you scramble to brush your locks away.
