Natali eeked as he jerked her up. He was being so violent with her. She flinched as she was going to bruise from him grabbing her in such a violent matter. "You should care since you are the one who it affects." She was trying to not let his words hurt her...but they did. She bit her lower lip. He was such a bully and a meanie. She hated him. Tears in her eyes. "I don't require your permission." She eeked as he roughly shoved her into a chair. Her body trembling as she wasn't used to be hurt or tossed around. "One....I will NOT call you either of those things. TWO...I will NOT listen to anything you dictate. Three...you are a brute who needs to learn manners! You can not rough house a female no matter what your rank or station in life! You are an ungrateful. Uncaring. Egotistical maniac." she says. Her voice eerily calm yet the words coming out with a slight icy anger.<br/><br/>She looked at the maid. Calling her back in. "No. You are not to do such a thing. I am here because his father wishes it. Let go of the comforter. He wants it taken care of because he is a pompus brat he can do it himself." She says softly yet seriously. The maid nodded and dropped it. She smiled at her. Watching her leave and shakily tries to stand up. Falling back where he had roughly dropped her. Tears in her eyes. "You are so mean. You are lucky I am a caring person or I wouldn't care and you could totally lose your right to being king." She says with almost an icy calm. She frowns at him. Trying to calm her nerves after being treated so roughly. The bruises on her skin are easily to see.<br/><br/>She is sad that she has to bother one of them but he couldn't be allowed to roughly toss her around like a child throwing a baby doll around in anger. "I am not going to be following any rules you set down. You are Brandon to me and nothing more. I will not be bowing and scraping to you. You will stop being a brutish ape of a child and become a man. Or you don't deserve to be king." A single tear trailed down her cheek. She wasn't going to give up on him even if her body hurt. Bruises on her arms in the shape of his hands and one on her lower back where it roughly hit where he threw her in.<Cliff...can you come here please. I am sorry but he just roughly picked me up and dropped me. Well more like threw me into a chair.> The tremble in her mental voice showed she was shaken up by it but it didn't show on her features.