It was a bit—no, who am I kidding? Extremely—awkward.
I simply stood there, watching as the siblings smothered themselves with love, not caring about those who watched.
The Prince was wearing silver armor, similar to what his sister had on. The design was intricate and I could tell that it was meant for Royalty.
Behind the Prince, was the army my Automatons spotted.
I could see the uncomfortable and impatient looks on their faces. The General—a woman—was especially not thrilled by this development.
Her brown hair and sharp, earnest looks reminded me of that deputy I saw back when our group was talking with Freya.
Her emotion, same as that of the other Elf Soldiers, was seething.
I could understand why.
'They're worried about what happened to the Eastern Territory.'
The fact the Princess was here meant that she had either abandoned the Borders, or that it had been obliterated.
