Queen Mother Isabella's eyes widened in astonishment as the words reached her ears. The revelation that Lyon had once come so close to victory in an archery competition, only to be bested by an elf who was destined to be the Elven Emperor, struck her as a remarkable feat. A mixture of surprise and intrigue danced across her features, momentarily disrupting her regal composure.
But then, as quickly as the shock had taken hold, Queen Mother Isabella's melodic laughter ran across the courtyard. Her amusement washed away any trace of concern or awe that had momentarily clouded her thoughts.
"Oh, Lyon's wife, Selena, surely has an imagination that surpasses the realms of reality," she said, her voice sparkling with mirth. "To think that Lyon could have outshone an elf of such prestige and lineage! It must have been a grand tale spun to elevate Lyon's achievements."
