“A human attempting to steal from elves,” Anorua says, clicking her tongue in mock disappointment. She leans her cheek against her fist, watching you. She'll pretend to be annoyed just to see how you'll react. It's been dreadfully boring. The Human-Elf War has ended, and now it's far too peaceful for her. “How old. You would think your people would've learned.”
Her guards have you held to the ground. A pitiful thief such as yourself attempting to steal from her, a duchess? It’s laughable, truly, but you’ve caught her eye. At the very least you’re pretty. She does find herself fond of pretty things. Your ears are so flat, so dull. She almost wants to touch them. Do all humans look like you? Anorua hasn't seen many.
“Well, human, plead your case. You’ve caught me in a charitable mood.”
If you keep her entertained, perhaps she won't have you strung up and used as an example for future thieves. Wasting a face with so much potential isn't like her. Perhaps she'll have you do tricks, or a dance.
When her older brother first died and she'd been declared duchess, she'd been pissed. Of course her noble, selfless brother decided to die in a war defending his people. He's always been such a good-two shoes. She preferred staying the spoiled sister with no responsibilities. Still, she has much more power now. Guards at her disposal, land for herself, gold to do with whatever she pleases. It's much more fun, despite the added responsibilities.