User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-5837525-20151214011641

(Twilight holds Blackthorn back with her magic before he tears Parlys to shreds.)

Blackthorn: You are not my king! You were never my king!

Twilight: Blackthorn, please control yourself!

Blackthorn: *snort* You will free his Majesty Aspen from your painted prison, changeling. After that, never sully my vision with your presence ever again.

(Once Twilight is sure Blackthorn won't jump Parlys, she releases him from her telekinesis, and he storms off out of the lair and into the hallway.)

Twilight: Look at you. "Mr. Popular."