Renfi Ironblood's expression was cold like iron, her handsome face hard as tempered steel. To any who didn't know, it would seem she was furious, and perhaps it was true, for her Aura thickened.
"Queen Dowager," the Marquess said coolly and respectfully. "My daughter." He had been keeping Elena alive from her dreadful presence, but should her spirit continue to rise, then…
Renfi's aura did lessen, but it was not enough for it to matter; from Altair to the Castilian, she spoke. "I needn't explain the disrespect I faced simply at your gates, should I?"
The Castilian faltered to speak, but it was Altair's voice that sounded his words. "That was under my orders. The Imperial Family has been rather active in my family lately, and I couldn't risk them interfering in the north."
Renfi snarled. "Your orders?" Her voice said nothing of the rage dwelling in it. "You barred me entry. You, who is not even a duke, command the Castilian to bar me entry."
