[Celestia – 1st Person POV]
The boy shrieked as I stood in the middle of his dorm room. "Y-You're not Master!"
He pointed at me, trembling. Such a fragile thing. I remained still, watching him with indifference. Does this generation not prefer to wear clothes in their dorms.
"Hmm? Of course I am not Charlotte," I said calmly.
He stuttered, standing and bowing so fast he nearly fell over. "G-Greetings, Your Highness."
Finally, some recognition.
The usual panic followed—the kind they all show when they realize who stands before them. He scrambled toward the door. "I-I should go explain the scream before the others get suspicious—"
I cut him off. "You don't need to. I've already cast a barrier. No one can hear or sense what happens here."
He froze mid-step. Good. He was starting to annoy me.
Then came the groveling. Pathetic. "I sincerely apologize for anything I may have done unknowingly, Your Majesty. Please don't kill me!"
I tilted my head. Why would I bother killing him?
