Nadeline raised both of her eyebrows at Wesley. She was intrigued by his little confession. She drank her tea once more, placing down the cup and looking at him.

"[b][color=fdc68a]Lust.[/color][/b]" She replied rather plainly, though a smirk did play on her lips. "[b][color=fdc68a]Passion. Something fiery.[/color][/b]"

She then cleared her throat, and said, "[b][color=fdc68a]Or at least that is what I would like to think. Who knows, really? The heart works in mysterious ways we do not understand at times.[/color][/b]" She hummed to herself lightly, and finally broke out into a grin. She placed her chin in her hands, batting her eyelashes at him. "[b][color=fdc68a]We both may be of royal blood, but you and I work in two different ways. You are subtle, discreet, you rely on soothing words and light play. I, on the other hand, am direct, blunt, and...on the more physical side of things.[/color][/b]" She admitted rather playfully. "[b][color=fdc68a]What say you?[/color][/b]"

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At Jaakuna's question, Emiri nearly crushed the glass cup in her hand. An audible crack is heard, and some of her drink goes trickling down her palm. She sets the glass down rather calmly, waving a waitress over and requesting another glass. Once she leaves, she simply eats, and for a moment, there is silence. Finally, the waitress comes back, apologizing for the broken cup (not knowing Emiri was the one to blame) and replaces it. After another moment of silence, she suspects Jaakuna's patience to be wearing thin; he was bound to ask again, anyway, and there was no avoiding the subject.

She puts down her utensils and takes a swig of her drink. She places it down, folding her hands on top of the table, lest she go and break something else. She looks at Jaakuna rather seriously, her eyes somewhat intense. She breaks the gaze, somewhat annoyed as her temper flares rather quickly, but she does decide she will say something. "[b][color=f6989d]...I do not associate well with the word 'doll'. 'Coward', I can understand--gods know how many times I have rather fled then fought.[/color][/b]" She said briskly, picking up her spoon and mixing the soup slightly. "[b][color=f6989d]I...It is...Once upon a time, I was to be married to the son of the Emperor.[/color][/b]" She explains quietly, not taking her eyes off of her food. "[b][color=f6989d]He...I was his, and his alone. I suppose 'doll' was an affectionate nickname of some sorts, though many will say that it matched my lack of personality.[/color][/b]" At this point she hesitates, her words slurring into something of a mumble, but she does look back up at Jaakuna. 

"[b][color=f6989d]Do you remember in Bhujerba how you told me that I had a choice? Until recently, much of my life wasn't my choice. It was my mother and father's--no, it was my mother, I suppose. My father is a soldier in the Rozarrian army and is often sent out on the front lines. Despite there being no war, it often fell on him to resolve foreign matters. Still, he managed to save the Emperor or something when I was young, I don't quite recall exactly what happened, but apparently my mother promised...in exchange for a rank in the nobility, I would marry the Emperor's youngest son--Grant Hershel of House Roselia.[/color][/b]" Emiri spoke slowly in an almost nostalgic tone, looking out the window. "[b][color=f6989d]For as long as I can remember, she controlled nearly everything I did. The way I act, speak, breathe--yes, [i]breathe[/i]--everything needed to be perfect to be the ideal wife of a future Emperor. She discouraged any free thinking, most anything I said was recited from what she wanted me to say. By the time I had actually met...Grant...I was perfect in her eyes. I did not speak unless spoken to, I acted only in benefit to my future husband, I did not think, I did not choose, I simply was. I was the perfect little doll. His doll.[/color][/b]" 

The mention of Grant got her blood boiling, but she managed to keep herself under control. She then looked at Jaakuna. "[b][color=f6989d]I don't appreciate being called a doll. I think on my own now. I'm not the same little girl I used to be.[/color][/b]" She then sighed. "[b][color=f6989d]Maybe the entire fight was stupid. She's right, we don't have the power to face Ixion...I don't have my power...But I might have lost my temper at that last part.[/color][/b]"