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Merida raises her bow, nocking an arrow as she raises it, turning to face the nearest of Kuzco's guards. She looks them dead in the eye, her bow fully drawn.

"If you dare try, you will wish that your wee sorry ass never left your little kingdom." She says deadly serious, before slowly easing the bowstring but leaving the arrow nocked in case. 

She stands quietly watching the guards near her, internally smiling to herself as Kuzco goes through and corrects everything, in an OCD annoyed fashion. She giggles softly as the head of city guards steps forward to tell the arrogant emperor off, looking away as he turns to face her. 

"Well fine, I apologise to you for jumping in and answering the question," she looks back at the man, bothered that she thinks it matters what her mother 'would think'. "I am a princess but I am not some damsel in distress and can well and truly hold my own. As for my mother, as much as I love my mother, I am a lady, an adult, it doesn't matter what she would or wouldn't approve of, not that that is any of your business,' she glares at the man for a moment before her mind snaps to a different point she had made. "Now that I mention it, where are we? This looks very far from home?" She asks, wanting to break the tension between the groups and actually learn where the whisps had brought her.