Fate of an Hoshidan Princess
“Ah good, you're up.” A gruff female voice greets me as I wake, a cool breeze blowing my white bangs across my face. W-Wait, is that a demon? Oh no, wait, I recognize her!
“Hey, you're the one I saved recently, aren't you?” I say, sitting up and inspecting myself. I don't seem to have been restrained at all, no visible injuries.. They've left me in my completely intact armor, and I even have my sword. What in the world are these Hoshidans thinking? “It's good to see that you're doing well.” I say, grinning.
“My, this talkative already? Sorry about that bump on your noggin, quickest way to get you hear.” The buff woman says, glaring at me. I know you're not actually sorry, you don't have to lie, you're harboring some kind of disdain for me it seems. Can't imagine why, I saved her life after all, not my concern though I guess. We sit there for an awkward second, trying to think of what to say as I stare at the boiling hot pot in front of me