To the person who asked about making Astrid the princess, I personally am not a fan of her. So no I'm sorry.
"W-wha...?" I squinted through the bright light.
"I'm sorry princess, your father had specific order to make sure you get to this island no matter what." A familiar voice popped from the side of my blurry vision.
"Why am I tied up like a prisoner?" I said jingling the solid chains around my tiny wrists.
"So you don't run like a prisoner." A snarling voice jumped into the conversation.
"And what about Rêveur? Did you lock her up too?" I splat at the devilish fool I call father.
"Don't worry about your deformed horse. She's locked away where you can't fly away." Looking down on me with disgust while I growled in disgust.
"je vous déteste." In a bitter tone I've never meant something so much until those words spilled from my throat.
Cackling he responded heartlessly, "That why your a pawn in a game, in my game where you thought you were in control."
je vous déteste means I hate you, it's kind of a given.