As she landed on the floor and the bread fell in her lap, Faeya glared up at the man with anger and defiance. "Do not tell me what to do! I will only eat when the princess is in front of me unharmed and well able to speak to me. I wish to see her." She looked at him with an impassive expression. "You know full well that I will not do as you ask until my wishes are met. It is also a very simple wish, also." A small smirk hid in her expression as if she felt a small victory in her battle with chaos.