"It talks?" Rowena suddenly mumbled, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Her expression mirrored her astonishment, and Asher, noticing her wide eyes, shrugged with a slight chuckle, "Let me officially introduce you two. Lori, the should-have-been Dreadhearth Queen, granddaughter of the Dark Sovereign."
"Ssssbrat, you don't have to rub it in. I am already a queen in many ways," Lori retorted with a hint of indignation, her tone rich with pride yet tinged with the sting of past grievances.
Rowena, momentarily taken aback, raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Granddaughter of the Dark Sovereign?" she mumbled, the pieces falling into place about Lori's ability to speak and her regal presence.
No wonder she didn't seem like just a powerful ordinary beast but something more.
Asher chuckled softly, turning towards Rowena with a warm gesture, "And this is my wife, and obviously, she needs no introduction because everyone knows who she is, including you."
