Servyn sat quietly while staring at the mystifying being elegantly sitting on her throne of Majesty.
His expression was impassive and there was nothing to give away his inner thoughts.
Elphaba offered a smile at the Demon in front of her. She was very much aware that he had been looking for her for a long time now.
"Crown Prince, Servyn Graylen. I'm not wrong, am I?" She questioned, mysteriousness dancing in the depths of her beautiful eyes. An intention known to her alone was a placid display of her asseveration.
"And you're the infamous Witch Queen, Elphaba, White Witch of the Black Forest, not so?"
She subtly chuckled but gave no response.
"And what do I owe this sudden invitation?" He asked, because it was obvious that she had something to discuss with him.
Or rather, she needs something from him.
"I should be the one thinking whatever you have in mind, Your Highness." Elphaba remarked meaningfully.
