Elyndra's grip on Regal Severance tightened, the faint smile on her lips betraying both irritation and admiration. "To think you'd twist my sovereign decree into nothing more than a dish to satisfy your hunger. You really are infuriating, Ainsworth."
Her tone was sharp, yet there was a glimmer in her eyes that revealed she wasn't entirely displeased. For someone to take her technique head-on and even consume it, it only meant her instincts about him were right.
She raised her blade once more, tyrannical energy crackling around her form like a mantle. "But I won't let you turn my will into food a second time. I'll show you what it means to stand before the Crown Princess of Valtoria."
Ainsworth spun one of his knives with a flourish, his smirk never fading. "Then I expect a second course. Just make sure it's not too bland this time."
