[center][h1]Liandrich[/h1][/center]
[@Silen Syanka]
[i]Royalty![/i] Liandrich thought amazed. Not for a single moment he'd imagine she was merpeople royalty. She looked to frail. Too skinny. Too not-princess-y. As if she did everything not to appear as one. Quite contrary to the playful 'ladies' of the court back home. Who'd do everything to look, act and talk like a princess. Just to conquer his heart. During some balls he'd leave early, just so he could go up the balcony overlooking the hall and look down on them. Up there he'd wonder how long I’d take until they realized that dressing like a princess wouldn't do it for him. He knew others wouldn't believe Thalassa. If you don't look the role, you don't play the role. And when you don't play the role, you get used as a puppet by those who can. But there was something odd about her. "You don't look like a princess." he bluntly told her. "And a princess surely doesn't dwell in caves like these, with a seal and an unchained prisoner. So what do you do really?" He was sharp as always. Sharp as he always had to be. The edge of his sword always reminded him on that fact. He didn't ask the questions because he didn't believe her, he asked them because he still needed more.