<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/afRPyAC.jpg?1)</div><strong>Princess Harriet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14440794#msg14440794)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 40/47, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 24, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 49<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal<br/>3 Int Damage<br/>Touch of Corruption (7/7)<br/><br/>Spells:<br/>1st - Litany of Sloth (exchangeable), Litany of Weakness (exchangeable), <em>empty</em><br/>2nd - Invisibility (exchangeable)<br/><br/>SLAs:<br/>Command, Charm Person, Summon Monster IV (perm duration)<br/><br/><br/>EEEEEEEEER - WAIT<br/><br/>Her ability to smite good, to summon fiends, to inflict cruelties upon herself an others are sealed away. </div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Maldur Countryside, farmhouse<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>PB3, KOd Guards<br/><br/>Princess Harriet listened and watched, but the wriggling of the fairy had done something. She was hyper-focused now, too much like a cat eyeing a mouse far away from safety. The wide grin she wore didn't help, and she only broke her gaze for moments in order to place her hammer down for a moment, disengage her illusion, and begin peeling off the protective plates that covered the inside of her groin and thighs. They were placed neatly off to the side.<br/><br/><strong>"I think you are mistaking some things, PB. You're trying to blend together being controlled, being strong, controlling, and what I'm doing here. And I think we both know that between the two of us, we can be a little bit more honest with each other. And you know..."</strong>Princess Harriet darted in, more aggressively this time, tongue tip running a line across PB's stomach before moving the fairy so that Harriet could ever so gently run one of her canines down the back of PB's other leg.<strong>"This taste... it's not of a liar, is it?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Fear doesn't really enter the equation, unless I am the one to bring it in. No. The simple truth of the matter is, the strong control the weak. But how that control is exerted, and the forms of strength, those vary. Morwel is strong, and that control is shown by no one bothering her. I am strong, so I hole you bound in my hand. The nation of Maldur is strong, so it controls all its people with its rules and laws and taxes. A web of strengths and controls that all come together. Nobody is free of the web, no matter where they might fall in its sticky little strands."</strong><br/><br/>Princess Harriet reengaged the illusion, in a dress once more.<strong>"In fact, all those gods and people that say, 'anger is bad', 'murder is bad', 'chewing up little fairies if they annoy you too much is bad', those are all strong attempting to control those weaker. But, their threads are spread thin and far, brittle and weak. I choose to challenge them because, ultimately, I will be stronger then them. I reject the control they try to place on me. I exert my own control based on what I want in the moment, as is suited to my strengths."</strong>Princess Harriet smiled, genuinely curious to see if that had made any sense to the little fairy.<br/><br/>After a moment, she tried to clarify it, to bring it in.<strong>"You're not here, caught in my grasp, because I think you might hurt me or something. You're here because I choose to have you here, and you don't yet have the strength to break that control. Well, metaphorically <em>and</em> physically I guess, I do take a little pride in my rope work."</strong>She pulled out a scroll from her pack and then walked over, checking to make sure the bound and anchored guard wouldn't be getting up any time soon before walking to the other and rolling him onto his back. It probably hurt, to have his arms bound and to lay on top of them, but the manacles should have enough slack to keep from breaking an arm. Probably.<strong>"In fact, I think yesterday might have been the first time I really saw someone I connected with, who was strong and like me in how she controlled things. I think... I might love her? We shared a moment you know."</strong><br/><br/>Voicing that out loud made her pause, made her think hard on that. Was that what it had been? Maybe. Maybe she loved Lady Estrada.<strong>"But unfortunately for you, and the guards, no. I do not behave this way because I am afraid, but because I so enjoy it. To see the weak under foot and watch as they make their choices - some struggle and squirm, like these two no doubt will. Some try to play to their strengths, like you have been doing admirably. Others choose to submit, to shackle themselves to the controls placed upon them and in turn love both the shackles and their captors."</strong>Princess Harriet shrugged and smiled, but instead of the predatory or manufactured, toothy smiles she normally put on, this one showed no teeth and instead displayed a warmth of understanding and acceptance that would have likely put a worried child at ease, had it not followed the philosophizing that it did.<br/><br/>After a moment though the fangs returned and Princess Harriet shook the scroll, stepping over to stand astride the unconscious guard on his back. The hammer was there, ready for her to pick up immediately.<strong>"But we can talk about that later. Now, are you ready to start, PB3? If you're nice and promise to be quiet, I won't have to gag you or anything, ok? And given your size, I'm not sure how well I could safely do that. Fairies still need to breath, right?"</strong>