Her heart already belonged to him. He had rejected her before, pushed her away.
When she had just become a vampire, he had taken her body and heart. He had been so domineering, leaving her no room to resist, and she had been powerless to fight back.
Now, the Empire's High Mountain Flower, the Third Princess, still had one last thing: her personality, her pride, her strength, and the purity of her original body. He wanted everything from her.
At first, she had wanted to act cute, but she should have been drinking instead. To soften up a little now and then, to feel some warmth and tenderness, and to act cute—to let herself be willful to her heart's content.
She could offer up her original body, the one she had had since childhood, the body outsiders believed no one could defile.
But Yuffie understood completely now.
He wasn't very interested in that. His true goal was to utterly conquer her soul, to completely control it, to possess her soul entirely and make it utterly defy its cool, aloof nature—making her show him tenderness and beg for mercy, with the same expression she wore when she drank.
"I..." She still responded coolly, but he seemed ready to back down.
Retreating in order to advance. What a simple trick.
The clever princess naturally knew this tactic.
But she couldn't take it anymore.
"Don't..." Those slender, pale, manga-like hands weakly grabbed Lynn's hand, her eyes hazy.
"Oh? Don't what?" The wicked man still wouldn't let up.
Yuffie trembled all over and awkwardly turned around, throwing herself into Lynn's arms. She felt his chest, hard yet warm. "You win." Her words sounded fierce, and Yuffie enunciated them clearly, though her cool voice was thick with a stuffy nose and tears.
Crying didn't work.