Under the Maltese Skies

[Loyola]

Loyola shakes a little as she hears a cough and the Charlotte speaking. What the hell? She returned back almost instantly, just as she was to have a little fun. Ah, come on -- she said to herself, sighing in annoyance and placing her hand back at the table. En even gets a little angry, as Charlotte did not align with her plan, not allowing her to relax. Anger would spark in her eyes, she even bares her teeth for a short moment. Realizing that it's not rational. she still needs some moments of internal struggle to say something reasonable, because at first, she felt like she's about to just bark or something. She seems to forget that Charlotte is still an actual princess, taking her for what she is without titles. That is a refreshing line of thinking.

Enma is fixing her posture in that chair, attempting to blow her blonde hair off her face. It did not quite work so she had to use her hands to get things in order, to a degree where to hair could be brought to order in the first place, of course. She is, still, slightly annoyed and Charlotte will sure feel it. Enma really wanted to avoid any sort of mental terror when it comes to Charlotte. Outcasts have elaborated a wide arsenal of mental tortures to break and control wide masses of the slave population. Sometimes she thought that it would be interesting to morally break someone like Charlotte too, but that would be a pity as she admired that royal spirit that princess kept no matter the odds.

— Oh, really? That's disappointing. I thought you would take your time to set up some proper conspiracy behind my back or at least read transcripts of my comms and personal notes. -- I am giving you the opportunities, what's wrong with you? Even Claire seemed to be brave enough to deal with people escorting her and run away, even though she seems to be much less capable than you.

Outcast noble is raising her eyebrows in question.

— Weird.

Loyola then rubs chin with her thumb, looking into the corner seems to be thinking of something. Then rapidly switching her look at Charlotte, she must be a little surprised with this, Enma seems still to be annoyed and her mood just keeps shifting like crazy.

— Yeah and come on in, I just offered you to rule the goddamn place, sure you don't have to ask for permission. I captured a princess, behave like one. Are you still afraid of me or something? If I wanted to do any harm, I had three fuсking years to do so. Three years. Do I really look that patient enough to hold up with pleasure to torture DeFrance person for so long? I sure don't want you to call me a sniffer or something like that, you surely would do that in normal conditions. But stop looking that victim that is about to get beheaded, alright?

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