Unwarranted Tension

The woman before me—the one who had just introduced herself as the Crazy Princess, Cassandra Meyers—tilted her head almost too cutely.

"I am Cassandra Meyers. Who else would I be?" she said, a slight pout forming on her lips.

That calculated gesture, perfectly complementing her angelic features, was classic Crazy Princess behavior. She always used her appearance as a weapon in interactions. And yet, for some reason, the usual undercurrent of madness I had come to associate with her was... absent.

'Did she get better at hiding her true nature now that this is reality?' I mused, half-confused. 'Or maybe... No, that's impossible.'

"Princess, sorry to interrupt, but the time..."

Just as the standoff between us stretched into awkward territory, Gerlain spoke from behind her, bowing respectfully. Cassandra turned, flicking her wrist to check the time.