Cheth: But just in case you get lucky… Let’s give you some boundaries.
Cheth props a hand on her hip and hooks arms with her male twin, who in turn leans forward and boops Phaedra on her nose. The princess leans away and goes cross eyed looking at his finger.
Cheth: You have until the end of the year to restore your life. Fail, and I will reclaim you and all of your friends for my collection. Permanently.
Cheth rattles on and the princess seems to cycle through all her emotions again. Shock, pleading, anger.
Cheth: Trust me, this is a favor. Would you really want to stay like this forever?
Phaedra: No! But-!
Cheth: Unable to go home, unable to take your throne, unable to set foot on any island with a lighthouse?
Phaedra: Please! You can’t-!
Cheth: That’s been my curse for five thousand years. Living as a mindless seaghost would be merciful in comparison.
Phaedra: Are you even listening?
Cheth beams and cups his hand under the chin of his female twin, who poses gleefully. Behind them, the sun is still inching gradually higher in the sky.
Cheth: In all honesty, Phaedra… I just really want you back. I get such a kick out of owning the souls of Saberfort royalty- It’s the best revenge! Who knows - some day you may even replace my favorite lady! ...Though that would be unlikely. I was never a huge fan of blondes.