If Zora hadn't openly stated her background, no one would have dared to treat her as a mere commoner based on her bearing alone.
Zephrin crossed his arms, a faint smile playing at his lips. "She's definitely not ordinary. Natural grace, refined composure… have you ever seen a true commoner with that kind of presence?"
Elowen nodded in agreement. An ordinary person would have shrunk back long ago. Who would dare face them head-on, let alone make Fiona suffer loss after loss?
Someone like Prince Kael would never have poor judgment.
If he chose Zora, then she should be worth choosing.
The faint tightness that had lingered in Zora's chest quietly eased with Prince Kael's words.
She did not know the full story between him and Guinvere, but the fact that he could introduce her openly, without hesitation, already spoke volumes. Whatever their past was, it was upright and aboveboard.
"Hello," Guinvere spoke first, her gentle eyes shimmering with an unreadable complexity.
