"My Lord."
Ruby curtsied, deep, graceful. Her saintly robes, pristine white and gold, caught the light of the chandeliers as she lowered herself before the Wolf King.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," she said, her voice soft, carrying just enough to reach the nearest guests without seeming to perform.
Arkai turned to her.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Who?"
Huh?
Ruby's composure flickered, just for an instant, barely perceptible, before she smoothed it away.
Arkai turned to his side, where his beta Borak stood, and looked at him. He silently inquired. A polite request for identification.
He… couldn't guess?
She was wearing her saintly robes. The unmistakable white and gold, the sacred symbols embroidered along the hems, the very fabric of her office. Who else would wear the Saintess's robes?!
Arkai received Borak's quiet confirmation in a murmured word and a nod, and turned back to her. His expression cleared.
