Never in Sheilalev's right had she killed anyone.
At least, not with her own hands.
Back when she still had her eyes, she obeyed Noah, the young king who had ascended. By this time, Noah was getting distant and was changing; he wasn't the prince Sheila had known back when they were children. His eyes were different, his smiles weren't sincere anymore—and above all, he acted for his own benefit.
No matter who he needed to overcome, he trampled.
Sheila observed from a considerable distance. Her father, Julian Ortfalcon, was the High Mage of the palace at this point in time and Sheila was just months away from the exam of the most prominent magic school in Earthland—Magierstadt. Often times she visited the palace to learn from her father, and to visit her childhood friend Noah as well.
