this is soooo not going well. >.>
Well, I've never--
[--Been so disrespected in her entire life!! How DARE he talk to her like that? She doesn't know whether to storm off and shut herself away so that she can scream at the top of her lungs or punch him in the face. And the worst of it is, she can't make sense of any of it. She has no idea why he's even trying any route? Did he really need a friend that bad? Or is he just bored and looking for someone to provoke? Because if that's the case, he's doing a damn good job of it.
The thought that he's taken a different sort of interest in her scarcely crosses her mind because Cornelia conveniently decided to skip courting when she was a teenager. Relationships have never been something that she was particularly gifted at building with others. Most were founded on political or military affairs. The only person who she guessed had romantic feelings for her is probably dead at the moment, and she hadn't done a very good job at giving him the opportunity to express himself. Guilford knew that he was only useful to her on the battlefield.
But that doesn't mean she never wanted or needed something more. She just abstained from those sort of frivolities because there had never been any time. It was her job to follow her father's wishes and conquer the world by building their empire, and that was where she placed her focus. Until Euphemia's death. That was when she began to question everything. Her life. Her purpose. Her beliefs. And if it wasn't for those questions, she probably would have left him standing there... alone.
But she doesn't.]
If it is your opinion that I am a royal brat, then why are you still here? I really don't understand. What is it that you want from me?
[Her hand is just itching to lash out at him again, but the ball requires two hands and she likely will not make a smooth exit if she drops it again.]