Re: Elevator to First Class
"All are questions I do not need to answer," she parried, delicate brows creasing closer as she frowned. "I do not answer to you. You are not my master." The word held weight, like there was meaning there, but she pushed on by drawing herself up even straighter.
She watched him move, the frown remaining when she realized she could not easily see his face. "It is not up to you to dictate what a woman wears. How she looks." She was not afraid of whatever magic he might possess. Even a high warlock would not dare to attack a princess. Especially not one such as her. Her spine stiffened at the thought of him being cordial. She would rather he shouted and railed. Too many things could be hidden by politeness. Her armor remained, but her resolve cracked - just a hairline fracture. "I do not need anything from you."