<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie let out a grin when Marcel said she had "balls". She did, indeed. For some reason, though, she had been a lot more timid since setting foot in that castle. She knew there was the fear, but it felt like there was something more. Or a specific kind of fear. It was hard to explain. Marcel's gestur of biting his lip made Missie mirror it, for some reason. <br/><br/>"It all feels... <span style="font-style: italic">wrong</span>", Missie replied to Marcel's comment about the girls who had come to look at the job offer. The comment about one of the court taking a liking to one of them, and him having taken a liking to her and Sarah, made Missie feel a little hot and bothered. "They probably were as desperate as I am", Missie commented, looking for Marcel's eyes. "Hardly a reason to harm them, which I am sure you have, or at least someone has".<br/><br/>"No, Anne is not a good person", Missie spoke almost as a reflection. "Still no reason for whatever you have done, or plan to do, to her". Missie shook her head. She knew she was still in danger, but something inside her - maybe her innate sense of justice - didn't allow her to simply shut up and keep her head down.<br/><br/>Marcel's touch made Missie feel an inner shudder, but she didn't try to escape it. "I would. I do not believe anything I can't see with my own eyes", the girl replied, her voice firm. His question made her afraid, but at the same time, Missie felt that if she backed down now, she would be forced into a life of cowering in fear every time Marcel entered a room. "If you should harm someone now, let it be me. I was the one who came to your chambers uninvited and questioned you. So, I believe you wish to punish me?".<br/><br/>Leaving the question in the air, Missie waited, perfectly still, keeping her chin up.</div>