“…I wish no harm, so long as you do not raise your blade against me.” The princess spoke, her voice serene despite the apparent threat before her. Her own hands were held in front of her, in a gesture of compliance… and to show that her hand was not currently on her own sword, kept in its ornate sheath.
A brief moment passed before the princess lowered her hands to a more natural position at her sides, slowly, as to not cause alarm.
Now this woman was one that he recognised from the memories that resided within the shadow, even if they only belonged to another. The hand that had been poised to attack made no move to drop as hers had done, for this creature’s distrust knew no boundaries.
Why would she come to such a lowly being of darkness? Was their goal not to serve as yet another trial for the Hero that served the Goddesses? Didn’t that - in some sense - make it her enemy?
“State your business.” Came the eventual response, hollow gaze boring straight through the Princesses’ form.