That was the distinct temperament of an Aquen Elf.
Princess Briana looked up, smiling at the two hiding upstairs, "How long do you two little ones plan to hide? Even the treetops have heard your whispers. Shall I give you a bit more time?"
"No, there's nothing else to say," Hilveld stood up with a smile, unabashedly patting her skirt, "What's the matter, Your Highness? Can't deal with Sir Roban yourself, yet you restrict others?"
Princess Briana glanced at her, "So annoying. Everyone in your family is like this, incapable of speaking properly, which is why you stir up trouble everywhere."
"There's not much I can do, sister Briana," Hilveld couldn't help but laugh, "But I'm proud of this lineage."
"Come down, young lady." Princess Briana also laughed, sheathing her silver longbow and stretching out her hand, "The enemies outside have been cleaned up, and quite impressively. There were several notable figures among them."
