Less than a meter behind the door, the omnimancer stopped Lauma from entering, both spied the scene from afar thanks to an air spell.
Never too late to raise her head, Melite waited for the king to address his concerns, which he did a second later.
"What is it?"
Fedlimid wanted to vanish, to be buried in the deepest tomb, and yet his sister-in-arms delayed the time they spent with the most dangerous threat of the kingdom.
The woman realized too late the necessity to think about her request beforehand. She was not used to formal speech or being polite. Remaining silent had been her secret weapon since she got her new occupation. She mumbled at herself before letting go of the etiquette, since none of the omnimancers was here.
