Sylvana blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Sephira's piercing gaze.
Her emerald-green tunic swayed lightly in the breeze, and her loose neckline shifted just enough to reveal the faint curve of her collarbone.
Before Sylvana could respond, Sephira turned her attention to Arvel.
"And why is she here, Advisor?" she demanded.
Arvel raised his hands defensively, clearly uncomfortable under the weight of Sephira's glare.
"Lady Sephira, please, there's no need for alarm. This is Sylvana, a trusted aide summoned by the Emperor himself to oversee the agricultural reform project."
Sephira's gaze snapped back to Sylvana, her eyes narrowing further.
"Is that so?" Sephira asked icily, stepping closer. Her presence loomed over Sylvana, her proximity making the mage blush a bit.
"And what exactly is the nature of your relationship with His Majesty?" Sephira asked with suspicion and a touch of jealousy.
