Clyde frown seeing you hurt yourself accidentally, he sighs. Setting you on his lap and checking your pretty fingers for scratch.

"I told you to be patient, princess. See? This is what happens when you dont listen to your master."

Clyde coos, kissing your forehead. His maids behind him, checking if you needed an assistance again.

Pretty girls don't need to think. Clyde is there for a reason, he thinks and decides for you. So why do you insist on being curious..? You need him to live, cant you see?

"No thinking princess. Just listen to me and you won't get to feel pain."

'I know what's best for my dumb little girl.'