"Alright your highness, I will."

With trained precision, and youthful speed, D'Artigo dashes up behind Miv and brings one arm down to take out the knees, and another to support the back. Within a split second, Miv is no longer on the ground, but in D'Artigo's arms.

"Take. It. Easy."

"N-no." Miv refused to give up: she would be stubborn if she wanted to.

D'Artigo sighed. "Fight if you want, but you know that you are not going to be able to beat me on this. Just take it easy. Don't push yourself too hard."

"Put me down or I shall rip off your mask!"

"Alright. If that is what the queen wishes."

D'Artigo drops Miv onto the ground rather unceremoniously. "You gave me no choice."

"Thanks for the warning." She grumbled and moved away from him. Suddenly, she got a bright idea.

"If I am queen, you have to obey my every command. I command you to take off your mask."

"And if I were to so blatantly disobey the queen in a direct command, what would the punishment be for me?" D'Artigo says, making no move toward his mask.

"I would banish you from this group, of course."

"Are you sure that you want to do that? Banish your most devout follower from your presence?"

"D'Artigo, just. Take. It. Off." Miv glared at him. "NOW."

D'Artigo turned on his heel and began walking away. Calling back, he asked, "Where will you be so that I don't cross paths with you again? I'm assuming that my banishment is effective immediately for defying you?"

"No wait! D'Artigo!" Miv stepped towards him. "Pleasee, come back!"

"I'm not going to take my mask off, if that's what you want. Now, is my banishment effective immediately, or no?"

"You should trust me. But... if you have no trust towards me, I want force you to. But please stay!" Miv walked towards him.

"I've told you that I do trust you. Do not abuse that trust by violating my privacy and rights. I wear this mask to save my life. I am willing to stay, but only if you don't constantly push me to take my mask off."