Nysadeia
Strange as it may seem
horror loses its power to frighten
horror loses its power to frighten
The title didn't mean much and her first instinct was to wrinkle her nose in disdain. Catering to the whims and fancies of some court fop seemed annoying, especially if that someone was anything like herself. Nysa was at least self aware enough to realize what a handful she could be - even if it didn't do much to encourage change. Why mess with perfection?
"Depends," she replied with blunt honesty. "Wait on just one person or whomever?" Not sure which would be preferable, she scowled in the direction of the Palace, slowly starting forward again. What did it take to be a courtier? Birthright? She would much rather be the one to be doted in and cared for. If it required any kind of caring for another, Nysa was sure she didn't have what it took.
"Depends," she replied with blunt honesty. "Wait on just one person or whomever?" Not sure which would be preferable, she scowled in the direction of the Palace, slowly starting forward again. What did it take to be a courtier? Birthright? She would much rather be the one to be doted in and cared for. If it required any kind of caring for another, Nysa was sure she didn't have what it took.
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