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“No no I wanted to at least learn about you. I believe it’s called getting to know you. Even though I’m sure you don’t want to get to know me, I want to know who you are behind the title of princess.” He said and she arched an eyebrow. “Mainly because it’s advantageous for me to know my subjects. Their personalities, their wants, their needs. Their desires.” He went on around a mouthful of food and she rolled her eyes. My desire, is to rule the world.” He waved his hand grandly and she huffed. Of course he did. That's what all conquerors want.

“400 years ago, I thought it nearly impossible. But I was this close... and then an error occurred, and everything went to shit. So this is my second try.” He said and she scoffed. He was still carring on with this rebirth concept, as it were possible. Sure he has magick but there is no magic, not even Fae magic that could grant eternal life. If that were possible, she could have her father back. “So tell me Clara, what is it that you crave in the back of your mind, what pray tell, do you desire?” He said and grief bubbled up again. She locked eyes with him. "What is it that I crave?" She began. "What do I desire? what I want?" She said eerily calm. "What I want is for you to stop acting as though you are this ancient being reborn, or that you actually give a damn about what I want. What I desire is my father back, his men back, my people free, my own freedom," She said and her amber eyes glossed but she dare not let tears fall. " What I crave is for you to have never set your sights on my home and for all of this to be just a hellish nightmare, that I can wake up from, with my father there, telling all is well, that it was all just a dream."She said bitterly anger and grief fighting for dominance in her chest. "Since none of that is possible, what I want is for you to go, and possibly fall on your own blade while you're at it!" She said and nosily kicked back her chair, the legs scraping the floor, groaning in protest. She turned and stormed off before grief took her in front of him.

She managed to make it to the hall outside of the room, and she let the tears fall silently as she pressed herself against the wall. Her chest was tight and she couldn't breath, and at first she thought it was grief but no, it was her illness yet again. She gasped for breath, clutching her chest, her tea was in the room with him and she was not about to go back in there.

He was the problem, she could go days, weeks even without an attack but so far with him and the stress of the occupation, two days in a row. Narissa wasn't around, she'd given her time off to be wuth her family since her brothers had been in the army that fought against him.

An Elf approached her and she bat him away, though her vision grew dim with the lack of air. The elf swiftly entered the room and called for the Shadow King alerting him of her situation. Dammit all, She thought, as she tried to will the attack away. She didn't want him to see her this way.