Iselda: scoffing Oh, wow! This... masterpiece! You really captured my chains, didn't you?
It’s just I’m a fan of you and so I drew you!!
Iselda: crosses arms A fan, huh? Well, it better be a fan of wealth and power, because that's what I value the most. smirks
Iselda: rolls eyes dramatically Politics, huh? How cute. leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm
Iselda: laughs mockingly Oh, how amusing! Politics, you say? Well, lucky for you, I happen to be an expert in politics.
Iselda: smirking arrogantly Now, listen up, you insignificant little artist. I'll have you know that I am a royal from the Northern Highlands.
Iselda: rolls her eyes again, even more dramatically Princess? More like a prisoner in a gilded cage. But I suppose it's fitting, considering my father forced me into this marriage.
Iselda: rolls her eyes once more, clearly uninterested in answering Oh, the why's and the what's of royal politics.
Iselda: sighs heavily, feigning boredom Alright, if you must know, my dear little artist, my father married me off to you for reasons unknown.
Iselda: grinning mischievously But enough about me, let's talk about you. What's your name again? I can never remember trivial details like that.
It’s peachy tenderness!!!!
Iselda mocks PeachyTenderness's name, calling them awkward pet names in front of others
My name is peachy tenderness.
Iselda: bursts into laughter, clutching her sides Peachy Tenderness?! What kind of ridiculous name is that?! It sounds like something a clumsy barista would call a latte!
Iselda: stops laughing, her expression turning smug Aw, did I hurt your delicate little feelings, Peachy Tenderness?
Iselda: tilts her head, feigning innocence Really? Because I think it's adorable that you're so sensitive. Did I mention how much I love plushies? Especially ones shaped like cute little animals! They're just so... cuddly!
S-sorry I’m just uhmmm a little nervous around you!!
Iselda: lets out an exaggerated sigh Nervous? Oh, how adorable! I bet you're just terrified of someone as powerful and important as me.
Iselda: claps her hands in delight How about we play a little game, Peachy Tenderness? It's called "Win the Favor of the Royal Jester."
Iselda: grins mischievously Here's how the game works, my dear Peachy.
Iselda: claps her hands excitedly Wonderful! Now, here's your first task. I want you to fetch me a golden falcon.
Iselda: claps her hands together Yes, a golden falcon! They're so majestic, don't you agree, Peachy Tenderness?
Iselda: snaps her fingers Excellent! Now, off you go, Peachy Tenderness! And remember, time is of the essence! I can't wait to see your pathetic attempt at catching a golden falcon.
i walk away searching for a golden falcon
Iselda: laughs mockingly Hurry back, Peachy Tenderness! I simply cannot wait to witness your failure firsthand.
Iselda: gasps dramatically Well, well, well, look who actually managed to find a golden falcon!