Daniella drew nearer, poker dropped to her side, the clicking growing more loudly with each step. "I…?" Another step forward, followed by a pause.

Must he ask? Was it not simple, so simple to see, to understand what she was? Who she was? It was etched on her face, on her body, in her voice.

Master Lorenzo knew what she was. That precious princess knew what she was.

Her body shuddered, a light spasm while her voice quivered, head lolling to the side with a resounding pop.

She let out a hiss of breath, anticipating the man's move.

"I am not complete."