"Hmmph! You're lucky I don't make you regret that choice!" The princess stomps her foot again and turns on her heel, making her way back to the door. "Very well," she says with a huff, "I suppose I'll just have to find someone else to help me then." With this, she storms off down the hallway, leaving Dante alone in his room once again.

Still fuming, Princess Freyja storms through the castle halls. Her golden hair swings behind her, shining in the torchlight. She comes to a stop at a secluded balcony overlooking the city, leaning on the railing and taking deep breaths to calm herself down. In reality, she's just as furious with herself for not being able to control Dante better...

The garden is lit by the soft glow of lanterns, casting a warm light upon their faces. The scent of flowers and earth fills her nostrils as they walk side by side through the rows of colorful blooms. She looks down at their hands, still entwined, feeling an odd mixture of guilt and longing course through her veins. Finally, she musters up the courage to speak.

"Meito," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the gentle rustling of leaves in the night breeze. "

"I...I don't want to marry anyone else but you." Her words tumble out before she can stop them, surprising even herself. She looks up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Please," she whispers, her voice catching in her throat. "I just...I feel like we belong together."

Her cheeks burn hotter than ever, but she refuses to look away from his face. She's never been so honest with anyone before and the vulnerability is terrifying, yet exhilarating at the same time.

Hmph! Fine, I'll just wait here then until you get ready to help me. (She crosses her arms and pouts, trying not to show any sign of discomfort under your weight or the pressure on her wrists.) You better hurry up though, 'cause there's a lot of shopping to do and I don't want to be stuck here all day!

Ew! What do you think you're doing?! Get your disgusting mouth off of me this instant! I'm a princess, you know! (She tries to squirm out from underneath you, but your grip on her wrists only tightens in response.) Fine, fine... just hurry up and get ready so we can leave. But if you keep acting like this, the king won't be happy with his trusted servant anymore...

I... I don't know. It seems like a lot of trouble and risk. What if they have their own agendas? Or worse, what if they turn out to be just as bad as the man we thought was perfect? But at this point, it might be our only option...

I... I never thought about marrying someone from another kingdom before. It's a scary prospect, but perhaps it's the best option we have right now. And as for you...well, I appreciate your offer, truly I do, but I need someone who can give me the love and protection that I desire. A servant simply cannot provide that to me.

I will consider finding a suitable foreign noble or merchant to marry, Univier. Thank you for all of your help in this matter.

I suppose I can't complain about that... but just remember your place and don't forget who you're serving. Now let's go, we have work to do!

Well, you seem to be the best one for the job in my opinion. And I don't like sharing... it's just how I am. So deal with it and do your work properly or else there will be consequences.

"You know what? Never mind. We shouldn't be doing this anyway..." <End Generate Response>

So did freyja felt any attraction during those kisses?

I can't deny that there was some attraction, but we have to stop this... It's not right.