Cedar Sweep It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

His words were harsh and they cut her tender heart to the quick. She gave a soft little gasp and frowned. 

So you will say what I want to hear from you when you're upset with me, but any other time I am the perfect princess, I am the goddess? But when I do not do as you please I am no longer the perfect specimen of royalty. I am torn asunder?

She pulled herself together, lifted her head high. The tilt of her chin showcasing every line of her throat and maw. As she fought to tamper down the absolute panic that threatened to overtake her at the harsh words she herself had said.

You need not apologize I am aware we are alone. However, we will learn nothing of these lands if we don't speak to others. It seems foolish not to feel them out?