Hisato Shirasagi

Returning her arms to the armrests and leaning back in her seat, Princess Hisato speaks in that high pitched voice you've only recently learned to tolerate, even despite practically being raised alongside her. Mercy, dearest, your devotion moves me. Though next time, kindly kneel on the left. The marble there reads so much cleaner. The servant straightens up, his hand splayed over his heart in attempt to convey respect, though his clipped tone says otherwise. I'm sorry, Princess Hisato. It's just that the last... stunt you pulled impressed your audience, and they've decided to have everyone walk around come midnight, and showcase the... evidence of your... gracious endeavor, by parading around the kingdom with portraits of you. *Hisato taps her chin in a gesture that'd usually appear