"I'm here to see Lucavion. I'm with him."
She felt annoyed.
Whether they started as normal or not, Valeria knew that she had every right to be there for Lucavion by this point.
Since she herself was someone who had been with him for a long time already.
The guards exchanged a brief glance, their expressions betraying no emotion. "Apologies, Lady Valeria," the other guard replied, his tone polite but resolute. "The Marquis has given explicit orders. No one is allowed to follow or disturb him."
Valeria's brow furrowed, irritation flickering across her features. She was well aware of the Marquis's influence, but this seemed excessive. "Do you know who I am?" she asked, her voice low and steady, carrying an unmistakable edge of authority.
"We are aware," the first guard replied, nodding slightly. "Lady Valeria Olarion, semifinalist of the Ventor Martial Tournament. Your prowess is acknowledged, but our orders are absolute."
