Diana stood amidst the running elves, feeling like a sore thumb. The elves wore skirts made of soft silk and armor made of enhanced leather, but she wore simple brown pants and a white shirt. The elves stared at her, whispering to themselves.
"Is that the Queen of Wrath?"
"There's no such thing! I heard she's Lord Arthur's fiancée."
"I doubt she can kill the mutant monsters…"
The elves didn't think that Diana would hear them, but she did. Their words didn't offend her. Many people thought of her as the mysterious, gorgeous, but utterly useless partner of the almighty ruler of Runera.
No one knew that she built the city herself or that she fought against calamities just like Arthur did. In their eyes, she was gorgeous, but that was the end of it. The elves looked at her with skepticism, and she couldn't blame them.
