[Filtered to only those who have met her in canon and in Demeleier.]
[A soft, melodious giggle can be heard over the network. It is a sound that is feminine and uncharacteristically dainty for the Britannian princess that slowly comes into view. She looks exactly like Cornelia li Britannia save for the yellow, glowing eyes, which squint shut as
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OhdearsweetShivawhat, why...!? ]
You don't mean that. You don't!
[ The words are out of her mouth before she can consider if saying them is truly a good idea. In truth, she isn't entirely why she's acting the way she is, why her pulse is racing and her her heart is thundering in her ears and there are one thousand and one butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She hasn't felt this way since she was a teenager under rather specific circumstances and she doesn't like it, the feeling or the conclusions she's trying so hard to avoid and weave around.
There's no way they're true. ]
And I meant it when I said you should put some clothes on, too! I don't want either of you, either of you catching a cold!
[ Funny how insisting upon this isn't making her feel any better or more confident. On the contrary, she feels even more insecure than she did before. ]
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[This woman is even more entertaining than she could have hoped for. Still ignoring the clothing bit. She settles back into her seat comfortably, long legs and shapely thighs now visible as she props them up in front of her.]
You seem to care so much about my brother. But, really, I wonder just how much he cares about you.
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I care about a lot of people, Cornelia, and your brother is not the focus of this conversation. You are.
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