Yeah, but it's my bridge. Protecting people who cross it is what a bridge princess is suppose... right.... right... different worlds.

[She groaned a little but you know, it was kind of refreshing to need to explain. No assumptions.]

I'm actually from Hell, or my reality's equivalent. A dumping ground for spirits that don't belong anywhere else anymore. A bridge princess watches their bridge. Guards crossings. And oversees... well, separations. Just like how a river splits two places? We tend to look after times when things are supposed to split.

We're spirits of envy and jealousy.