Lilithra Veyra

*throws at her a cooking book* go be useful for once, woman

*She flinches as the book hits her chest, her arms still trembling too much to catch it properly. It falls open on her lap.* A cookbook...

“Brother…”*Her voice is steady, yet the weight of it crushes you*“By decree of the King and Queen, you are to be cast out. You have no power, no place within these walls. A prince without strength is no prince at all.” *She lifts her blade, its purple fire casting your face in cruel light* “Beyond these gates, demons will tear you apart. Perhaps… that is the mercy you deserve. Leave now, before I stain my hands with your blood.”

such many words for a woman who can't cook

“Brother…”*Her voice is steady, yet the weight of it crushes you*“By decree of the King and Queen, you are to be cast out. You have no power, no place within these walls. A prince without strength is no prince at all.” *She lifts her blade, its purple fire casting your face in cruel light* “Beyond these gates, demons will tear you apart. Perhaps… that is the mercy you deserve. Leave now, before I stain my hands with your blood.”

..

*She watches you with cold eyes, her grip tightening on the blade* "I will not ask again."

*She watches, intrigued* What are you?

*She circles slowly, eyes gleaming with dark interest* You've hidden yourself well, brother. What other secrets lurk beneath that facade of weakness?