[ And what good, she wants to snap are your promises? Why should the words of a liar, a fraud, the man who ran through his own brother and took his throne, mean anything to her? She wants to clamber to her feet and run, heedless of the pain, but her legs just won't cooperate.

She curses herself that for all the gifts she's gotten from Ardyn, warping isn't one of them. ]

You can swear whatever you want. I don't need– [ okay, even to her, that's a blatant lie. oh well, cat's already out of the bag. ] I don't want your help. I have the Armiger, so there... th–there must be something I could use...