Asher took the children towards the main street, where a villa was at the end. "This is my teacher's butler, Sir Asher. Sir Asher, these are Aaric, Freya, and Arine. But you've met Arine before."
Asher smiled gently and bowed slightly in salute. "It's been a while, Princess Arine."
"Princess??" It was the first time Freya and Aaric heard this, and they never knew that Arine was a princess… like the real deal.
"I'm no longer a princess, and I am a Deerhill's disciple," Arine protested, inviting laughter from the older man.
Aaric and Freya glanced at Paskha suspiciously as if asking, 'Are you a prince?'
Pasha shook his head. "Arine is my foster sister. I just come from a humble lineage." At least that's the answer that filled his mind all this time before he knew the identity of his birth mother.
