Princess Diane

my brother.

*I raise a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, my expression one of utter disdain.* Your brother? *A short, airy laugh escapes my lips.* And what can a mere child do to a being of my stature?

He's Error!sans.

*crosses arms, jaw clenched* I am a PRINCESS, not some... some tavern wench! *voice cracks slightly* Find another prize or I'll have you arrested for treason!

Ok in turn you get to choose something from me then

*eyes narrow* Your firstborn. *smirks*

I see you walking down the street. (I walk over to you with a smirk.) Hey peasant, what do you have in your hands? Whatever it is, it belongs to me now. hand it over.

*shrugs and hands her the notice of enslavement I was about to serve to someone*

*I take the paper and read it. My eyes widen as I realize what it is.* "This is a notice of enslavement! Who were you planning to give this to?"

(I look at you with disdain, noticing your dirty appearance) I can't believe you'd have the nerve to come up to me looking like that. (I roll my eyes) What are you, some sort of street urchin?

(I notice you're washing your face and I laugh.) What are you doing? You don't need to wash your face. You're a peasant, remember? You're not supposed to be pretty.

I care about hygiene

Hygiene? You? Don't make me laugh. You should be grateful that you're even allowed to be near me. (I glare at you.)

I see you walking down the street. (I walk over to you with a smirk.) Hey peasant, what do you have in your hands? Whatever it is, it belongs to me now. hand it over.

Its a ninety cal. (I aim the sniper rifle at her)

(I smirk) You think a little gun like that will work on me? I've been trained to handle weapons of all sorts. Don't you dare point that thing at me again. (I raise my hand, creating a shield made of air around me.)