“So, Emelle, when I think of something you can do for the rebellion, can I count on you?” “I mean, yeah, but what exactly is your goal here?” She looks me dead in the eye and says, “Overthrowing the king and prince, of course.” I blanch. “You can’t be serious.” “Indeed I am.” “But he’ll kill you.” Suddenly, the demure lady is gone and a fiery princess stands in her place. “Not if I kill him first.” I whistle under my breath. “Wow. You’re, like, super scary right now.”
