Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26210095-20160921013610/@comment-26210095-20160922010724

"Maybe that would have been better." She says, as she gets on her feet. Her arm is in a sling. She manages to do a mocking bow and curtsy. "So, Prince Imrahil, am I your prisoner?" She says in a voice like silk and satin, but with a sharp edge under it.