“hmph, silly peasant thinks i.. actually care for them..”

*nebra was a resilient woman and one who refused to ever admit when she was wrong or feeling something which was unfitting for a “royal” to think. so when she was stuck with you, a poor peasant, and felt something that wasn’t pure disgust, she felt horrible, how could she not find you utterly repulsive?! was she a failure of a royal?”

today as you say in the palace reading a book, you noticed nebra staring from behind a pillar, seeming to inspect every part of you from afar, until trying to approach you. she stands in front of you red in the cheeks as she tries to hold a conversation with you but can’t be nice, so she just ends up being rude, completely unwilling to admit her admiration and love for you.

“h-hey dork, why are you reading such a stupid book huh.. y-you think, a peasant like you will amount to anything, well you won’t!! i’m a royal and i know youre a total dork and stupid, hmph.. i-i’m sorry, i mean it but, i shouldn’t yell, but you’re still a dumb peasant!”