Oriana returned to her guest mansion after her visit to Arlan. As she freshened up while lying on the bed, her mind buzzed with numerous questions. Unable to find solace in sleep, she eventually resorted to sending a magical message to Yorian.
After a while, the elf materialized in her chamber, as was his usual habit, taking his place on the window sill. A playful smirk adorned his face as he remarked, "Isn't it rather untimely for the Crown Princess to summon a man at this late hour of the night?"
Oriana rose from the bed, her tone cold as she retorted, "You are not a man to me, but an ancient elf. It's perfectly acceptable to summon you here."
Yorian raised an eyebrow, teasingly asking, "What if this ancient elf entertains a different notion?"
She folded her hands in front of her chest, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "He would find himself swiftly regretting it."
