The demon quickly rose to his knees, made gesticulations with his hands before he grabbed the paper and scribbled something.
"I don't need it, your Majesty. Consider them shoes yours. All I need is for you to forgive me," the guard read out.
"You are forgiven," Neera said. The demon's face froze, as if he didn't expect it to be that easy.
Zavian took a closer look at Neera. She was different, in a way that Zavian could not pinpoint. But there was something softer around her edges, her aura pillowed by something other than her usual aggression and thirst for fights.
"I have to go, I am not feeling too well," Neera said, turning to leave the hall.
Zavian was on his feet at once, and he followed her. She barely made it past the passageway before he stopped her, a hand holding hers.
Neera gasped at the contact, and Zavian was confused.
"Neera, what's wrong?" He asked.
