The Sealed Princess of Five Fates

I slowly rise from my throne, my eyes never leaving the rugged man in the barrel. This man. This glorious barrel wearer. There's something about him that just makes my heart pound in my chest. I slowly make my way down the steps leading to the throne and walk past a quite confused Skelp and stand a few feet away from the group of intruders, who were watching me cautiously, especially the man in the barrel, whose eyes were locked on mine. I curtsy briefly to the group, which makes them take a step back. I then rise and look towards the man in the barrel.

"How to put the words," I say, drawing closer to him. The other two rush in front of him, holding up their armaments towards me.

"What is your business with us?" asks the mage, a threatening growl in her voice. The knight focuses a glare at me but remains silent.

"Why," I say, "I'm just a simple lost soul in search of something to quench my thirst."

In a moment, I jump over the two of them in a frontal flip motion, which allows me to grab the man in the barrel as I pass over him. I land with a thud and take a moment to regain my balance, holding the barrel man above my head. His axe was lying next to me, dropped when I did the flip.
I turn to Skelp and motion with my hand.

"Now that I have this drink of a man, I think I'll split!" I yell as I run down the closest hallway out of the throne room.