A Princess' Tears

"Mm. "Elisa nodded. "With the Corruption, being stuck in that Dungeon, and a half dozen other things, it might be hard to think of me as a Princess, but-"

"I believe you." Mark interrupted.

"Thanks." A low voice. "If that's the case, then..." A Timeworn Elven Dagger spun.

'Huh-'

The next second,

Blitz-

Elisa stood behind the seated Mark.

Every cell in his body screamed at him to jump away.

She slowly lowered the raised Dagger until it kissed Mark's right shoulder.

"Never do-"

"Don't interrupt."

Elisa raised the Dagger and moved it to his left shoulder.

"Monster, I hereby pronounce you my Knight."

She took a step back, and Mark turned around.

Elisa was smiling.

"Don't do that again."

He wasn't.

"Your muscles twitched. Bet you had to fight against every instinct of yours not to move away, huh?"

"Do that again and I won't fight them at all."