"What is the matter? Feel free to clear your doubts," Ryan stated from his chair.
He kept his serious gaze fixed on the newly arrived young woman's face, noting the clear defiance in her blue eyes. There was no rush in his voice, letting the weight of his authority fill the silent lounge.
She did not respond immediately to her leader's invitation.
Alisa pressed her lips together for a brief second, evaluating the dark-trench-coated man right in front of her. The young woman took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air to give herself the necessary courage before crossing the line of respect.
"They are not doubts, Your Majesty..." Alisa began to say, keeping her gaze high without letting herself be intimidated.
"I intend to follow your orders to forge armor for the party, but..."
She left the sentence incomplete on purpose, creating a heavy and strange tension in the room.
"But?" Ryan asked, looking at her in a slightly more serious and analytical manner.
