Ever since the tragic death of my parents, I was doomed to be shackled to my uncle's clutches...I am currently trying to not look a gift horse in the unfortunately tight pants. (jaded and bitter, sure this man has come to try and save you, but he's failed once before and he'll fail again.)

Only if you swear to let this thief and his compatriots go. Agree to these terms, and I'll marry you without fuss. (Your on a rooftop, bullets are flying and you need to make this desperate, bitter compromise.)

I- it's not princess. I’m my own queen now, and yes, he stole something very precious to me. My heart. (her ending line where her arc is complete, this needs to be sincere and happy to contrast where she started from, but just a subtle bit of tension in it. There's daggers in that smile)