"She's so troublesome." Luna blinked her eyes in dubiety at the derision, sceptical at first if whether or not she heard it right. A voice definitely echoed through the hall and the words reached her ear.
"I am troublesome for him?" She scoffs at his cynicism. 'He's so full of himself.
How am I troublesome!?'
Her self-esteem induced an inflammable fury. She didn't voluntarily fall or jump off the cliff, she did not ask him to rescue her through the depths of the chilling water.
She didn't ask him to perform his magical effects on her, he offered to help himself! Luna merely gave her consent to his targeted activities.
She didn't command him to go get her some warmer clothes, it was the outcome of his authorization, not her.
'How am I supposed to be the troublesome one here?' She pout
