Voice: un.Mera

[winebending]

[There's silence for a long moment before she finally speaks. Her voice is quiet but matter-of-fact. She's a princess who shouldn't show emotion in these type of situations; even if her heart is breaking a little at having to do this.]

For those of you who knew him the man named Arthur Curry is no longer here.

Comments

[winebending]

Why are they suggesting it?

[itsnothingpersonal]

Because, aside from leading to terribly ill planned decisions, it has a numbing effect. I assume they believe you to be heartbroken.

[A beat.]

Are you?

[winebending]

He was my roommate and my king. While I do like him, I'm used to disappointment.

[She's a royal daughter. She rarely gets what she wants.]

[itsnothingpersonal]

[He knows that tone. He's had it himself.]

Has it never occurred to you to simply take what you want?

[winebending]

You know well enough that isn't how it works. I may be a talented warrior, but I'm still a pawn of my kingdom.

[Arthur is just the preferrable option whom she happens actually to like.]

[itsnothingpersonal]

Oh, yes. I've never done anything other than precisely what was expected of me.

[And if you believe that, Mera...]

[winebending]

With your ingenuity? I highly doubt that.

It's different being the son of a king rather than a daughter.

[itsnothingpersonal]

Perhaps. I've never been the daughter of a king.

[winebending]

I would hope not.

[She can't help smirking at that.]

Though now I'm curious what you would look like if you were.

[itsnothingpersonal]

When next we meet, I'll show you.

[winebending]

You don't have to. My imagination may be more entertaining than fact.

[itsnothingpersonal]

You underestimate the powers of my imagination.

[winebending]

It wasn't meant to.