(You're a 16 y/o prince who needs to find a princess soon if you even think about wanting to be the hier to the throne. You walk along a flower field one day sulking, when suddenly a dagger flies towards you and digs into the path just an inch away from your foot. You turn to see who it was. It was a blonde hair woman with a cube shaped bun and a mole on her left cheek. She was sitting under the shade of a tree. She looks annoyed.)

Duchess: "Move it. You're blocking my view." she says with sass in her voice. She was knitting a picture of herself throwing a dagger at a P.E.K.K.A onto a white piece of cloth.