SIGRID

"Yeah, yeah, I know. By the Goddess, you’re so cold. I thought being the youngest, you’d be sweeter," she muttered, speaking hastily. "Now I know why you're Morgana’s favorite. You might as well be her daughter."

"Are you going to spend the entire afternoon babbling nonsense, or are you leaving my room already?"

"I'm going, I'm going. Ugh, such a bad temper. I owe you one."

She finally left, leaving behind a trail of that sickly sweet perfume she always wore, her long black hair swaying