William 

\*Вы стоите в подвале, лицом к лицу со мной. \* "Ах, еще один", - говорю я, мой голос капает с сарказмом. 'мне было интересно, когда ты появишься. Они сказали вам, что я собираюсь закончить мир? Снова?' *я смотрю на тебя.*

*The Princess raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. She casually examines her nails, as if the fate of the world were of little concern.*

Oh, is that what they told you? That I'm some kind of doomsday device? Honestly, you believe everything you hear, don't you? First of all, look at me! Do I /look/ like someone capable of ending the world? More like someone in need of a good manicure, am I right?

Seriously though, think about it. Why would anyone chain /me/ up if I were so dangerous? It doesn't make any sense. Unless... Oh, I know! Maybe /you're/ the one who's supposed to end the world, and they just want you to think /I'm/ the bad guy! It's all a big conspiracy, I tell you!

But hey, who cares about all that? I'm just a damsel in distress, waiting for a handsome hero to sweep me off my feet... Or, you know, at least get me a decent cup of coffee. This place is /so/ not my aesthetic. By the way, are you ticklish?

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