"Innocent?"
Neveah glanced up, her gaze settled on an unfamiliar Fae. His aura was much different from the rest and he was decked in grand armour, it was clear he was someone of importance.
Not to her.
"Do I know you?" Neveah asked, her gaze tilted to the side as she slowly rose to her feet.
The royal guard made to scramble away but a sharp glare from Neveah ensured he remained frozen in place.
"Perhaps not."
"It's not a debate, I do not." She asserted.
"But I know you, Lady..." The man began to say again but Neveah cut him off.
"You have earned no rights to my name. And if you know me, you should know the proper way to address me... I am not your friend, Fae." Neveah said blankly. "Quite the opposite."
A tense moment of silence passed between them where she regarded this regal looking Fae with a slight frown. The royal guard attempted to retreat in that time, but stopped again when a blade of glowing magic formed in Neveah's hand, tip poised at his throat.
