Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160925203247/@comment-25073873-20161010115631

"Don't worry too much. We will do our best to protect you, alright?" said Freya, as she decided to take the princess' hands in her own, and she smiled. Freya's hands were of course warm, and very delicate, given they weren't very optimized for sword usage, and didn't suffer wear and tear.

"Since you disguised as my younger sister, I'll do my best to treat you like one. Which means I'l going to be nice to you, or at least try, alright?"

A harsh chuckle later, a coil of golden light materialized into Freya's Guardian, in his ethereal form. He smirked, and said "Freya, I didn't know you were into girls ... what are you trying to do to the princess? So all those confessions to me ... and that latent confession to ..."

"NO! Don't say it! You know I am not interested in the princess, not that way ... but you cannot say!" squealed Freya, desperate, her face blushing.

"I know, but it's fun to rile you up."