บท 322: Ansel’s Gift - Four (I)

"Suellen…" Evora began, her eyes narrowing slightly, "I never granted you permission to set foot here."

"Furthermore," she continued, her voice aloof and arrogant amidst the sudden surge in temperature and the sound of sparkles igniting from thin air, "what did you just call me?"

"My apologies, I was disrespectful, Lord Elder Princess, Your Highness." 

Suellen replied, gracefully curtsying in apology without a hint of panic. Had it been any other prince or princess, they would likely be scrambling to figure out how to prostrate and admit their error by now.

"My presumptuous visit is to seek... the use of your hunting grounds."

Beside her, Seraphina was utterly confused, while Ravenna, with a twitch in her eye, couldn't believe such a coincidence.

"You?" 

Evora shifted her gaze slightly. Already tall, her stature was further accentuated by fifteen-centimeter heels, giving her an overwhelming presence.