Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160925203247/@comment-25073873-20161015152639

"I don't know. You could learn to fight with a sword or hit people with your fists. Or maybe zap people with magic. Because, as it stands now, other than your title, nothing else of you is worth anything. Freya here is visually better, and you have no skills other than ... being a useless princess that needs to be protected" said Freya's guardian with a smirk.

Freya's eyes widened again, and she said "can you cut it out already? She IS the princess of Wayrest and Daggerfall. You really need to show her some respect! Can't you at least act like a human, because you look like one, even though you actually aren't?"

Freya bit her lip, expecting the pain to come, but strangely, her Guardian didn't inflict pain, instead laughing it off, saying "awfully brave of you to stand up to me. But pointless, because, as I explained it before, I am a prince. A lord in Oblivion. Worth more than this mortal princess who has no powers or skills. I am Krysaiel of the Colored Rooms. A daedra from someone you least expect."

"Like that means anything!" huffed Freya.

"It may not mean anything to be a Daedra of Meridia, but to carry her blood in my veins, and not look like the automata like beings you call Aurorans, I think it sets me apart. And this princess here? She isn't any different to the fleshbags around her. And she's more worthless than all who have skills, for she has none, other than hiding and running away."