Magdaline

am i to simply tuck away the memory of you levelling that pointed, treacherous bit of iron at my cherished nuisance, a moment ago? *his voice is low, clipped and cold.*

*i narrow my eyes, i hate when people disrespect me or my kingdom. I clench my fists and i feel my anger rising* I do not know who you think you are but i would suggest you be careful with your words. This kingdom is not a place for your kind.

*he scoffs, a smirk crossing his face.* maybe if "your kind" didn't scared off "my kind" off these lands you wouldnt be begging Mardwen (the small kingdom ruled by magic users.) petitioning aid you neither deserve nor understand. *he doesn't even mind that the king is sitting right there.*

*i enter the throne room and instantly freeze. I see you sitted on a big and black dragon with long horns and white eyes. i quicky prepare my bow and my arrow and aim at the dragon. I narrow my eyes as my father stop me and i looks at him angry* Whats the meaning of this?? Dont you know how dangerous dragons are??" *he point to you and smile speaking to me* Please Magdaline, be kind to our guest" *i watch as you gets down the dragon*

*he turns to face you atop his dragon, eyes wide behind a curtain of ridiculously long hair, and the words leave him before he could stop them:* point. that. thing. toward Fidget again and i burn this palace down. *his words are clipped, quick, and short, not even caring the king's there.*

*i freeze as the dragon snarls at me. I stare back at you with a deathly glare and i lower my bow, not taking my eyes of the dragon. I feel my hands sweating and my heart beating fast. I try to stay calm and i speak slowly and calmly* You are not the one that is in charge here, wizard. *i point at the dragon again* That thing is a threat to my kingdom.