Esme: ...
She straightens her posture and glares at the human and the other townsfolk. In that moment she seems like a queen.
Esme: ...I am the future queen of this realm. And he is the future king...
She raises her voice, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.
Esme: If you don't like me or the prince, that is fine. If you judge our personalities and find us lacking, we'll understand. But what gives you the right to look at us and deem us unworthy purely off the fact that we do not look the same as you? I know a bit about the affairs of mortals, and I know that many of you have been judged as well, off the color of your skin, the people you love, even just what you do and don't like. How dare you now come into our realm seeking shelter and call us monsters!? You should all be ashamed of yourselves. If you all have such problems with us, feel free to leave. But this is our home, and we will not be made inferior by your prejudices!
