Lancelot watched for a moment in a daze; the poor baron, the huge guy with brown hair, was suddenly smashed by this lovely Amazonian woman with silver hair... Her muscles were tight and powerful, yet she didn't hide them or seem ashamed.
Yet simultaneously, she carried an elegant and regal beauty... like a queen.
"Are you Lancelot Du Lac? It is a pleasure to meet you... I have long been keeping an eye on your growth."
Her voice was deep, resounding through the air, but there was no anger or bad feeling; it was a tone of interest, curiosity and respect... Something Lancelot rarely got from people he didn't know.
"Y-yes... My Lady?" Lancelot bowed politely... unsure how to address this woman...
"Just call me Helena; no need for formalities between family," Helena spoke with a warm smile; unlike Maria, she wasn't cold or shy but very outgoing and accepting, and Lancelot felt he could get along with her.
