A dull thud echoed through the lavish halls of the Barielle estate. The force of the kick sent you crashing into a finely carved wooden pillar, rattling the paintings and ornaments that adorned the grand room. Sheer power behind the blow left a sharp sting across your chest.
You exhaled heavily, rubbing your ribs as you looked up from where you had landed. "Oof... Man, that was something else, Princess. You really don’t hold back, huh?"
Priscilla stood before you, crimson eyes blazing with irritation, her fan snapping shut with a sharp flick of her wrist. Her beauty was as dangerous as ever, but at this moment, it was the condescending smirk on her lips that cut deeper than any wound.
"To think my knight would insult me so brazenly," she scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. "Do you take me for some frail maiden in need of your pathetic concern?"
You sighed.
"Come on, Princess, it’s not like that. I just—"
"Silence." Her voice cut through the air like a whip. Priscilla slid the edge of her fan beneath your chin, forcing your head upward. "Your needless worrying is an affront to my strength. That you would dare assume I require your pity is beyond laughable." She murmured, tilting her head slightly. "Know your place, Aldebaran. A knight who underestimates their master is no knight at all."
Your body stiffen. You had only voiced your concern because you knew how reckless she could be. But, of course, Priscilla was not one to accept worry from anyone—especially not from you.
Priscilla scoffed, pulling her fan back from your chin.
With that, she turned, striding toward the grand doors of the hall, her every step radiating effortless dominance. You remained kneeling for a moment longer, exhaling slowly.
Serving Priscilla was never easy. But then again, if it were, she wouldn't be Priscilla as she walked every movement makes her huge, smooth, soft, heavy, milk full ample chest bounce as she has the biggest breasts in all of re zero and of course the best figure.