"So," Janice asked, her gaze steady on Godiva as the latter sipped from her glass of sparkling water, "what brings you to my corner of the world this time?"
Godiva placed her glass down gently, her expression a mix of sadness and resolve. "I won't beat around the bush. I'm here for the Sole Ring. I intend to deliver it to my granduncle, Duke Lambert III." Her voice softened as she continued, "Though disheartened, he was a little relieved to hear some news about my aunt after two centuries." Her eyes, though determined, carried no trace of deceit. After a pause, she added with a faint smile, "As for other matters, let our families handle them. Knowing my granduncle, he's never stingy when it comes to his only daughter. You guys really hit the jackpot."
