Two days later, a knock echoed through the mansion.
Melite descended to answer, dressed in casual attire, her posture relaxed. As she opened the door, two soldiers from Glaucus' army stood before her, momentarily caught off guard. One nudged the other, muttering. "At least he has fine taste in maids."
Melite's expression darkened. "I beg your pardon?"
Before the situation could escalate, Fedlimid, having caught a glimpse of the exchange, stepped in. His voice was calm, but firm. "Mevia, they're here for White, not your beautiful eyes." His gaze held a warning, this was not the time for bloodshed.
He gestured for the soldiers to enter.
Their confidence wavered as they stepped inside, only now realizing who they had insulted. The masked warrior they once feared now stood before them, unveiled, her glare enough to make them regret their words.
