Cleo stood motionless, her stoic expression betraying nothing as she regarded the queen before her. After a tense pause, she finally spoke.
"Times change, Khryssari queen. And it seems... they've changed for you as well. Who would've thought the mighty Khryssari monarch would appear before someone like me... with a small, humanoid form and so... fragile? Your kind always preferred grander, more imposing forms."
A slow, knowing smile spread across Xytrallia's lips. "Oh my, how dull you've become," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "Tell me, when did you realize it was me? Could it be that my regal presence is simply impossible to disguise?"
She leaned in, resting her face against Cleo's chest, her warmth cutting through the cold air between them.
That was Cleo's limit.
