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He looked over at her curiously. "How so?"
She didn't squirm much, staying rather still as she slept.
"There is a difference between being good and being a saint," he said with a frown.
She felt woozy, slowly dropping completely before falling asleep.
He laughed a little. "Aren't you?"
She dropped to her knees, looking up at him with a harsh glare. "You're terrible. I was kind to you."
"My other option was rotting in the crypts until the day that I died," he said flatly. "It's not like I could do anything else without immediately...
This seemed to make her more upset and she took a step towards him. "This is... Ridiculous!"
"It was 200 years ago," he said flatly. "I couldn't fix it if I wanted to."
"No!" she said, her gaze fiery, "I will not be used as some bargaining piece so your kingdom can get a leg up on mine!"
"Sure," he said, "I did those too."
Her eyes narrowed, and the hands summoned defensively. Her fists clenched and she looked terribly angry. "Are you kidding me? I bet everything...
"I wasn't a liked ruler," he said, "but I expanded the kingdom, aided the economy, and disposed of anyone who opposed me."
She looked over at him sharply. "Why not?"
"It was a consequence. People don't like being killed or ruled the way I did."
She hesitated, looking around. "But.. I'm supposed to head back tonight to meet up with Puck again.."
He glared at her. "Nobody. People control themselves and what happens around them is relevant to how they act."
She looked curious. "What do you study? Mechanics?"
He frowned. "I believe in the gods, but I don't think they are all powerful."
She crossed her arms at him. "Because I can't afford to live closer to the city. This is a castle. There's kind of a difference."
