Ashelia let out a small scoff. "Lord Azrael is it? Fine," She agreed as she started to walk away from him to move closer to the targets on the training ground. "I will gladly refer to you as Lord Azrael."
"I fear you don't seem very glad," Azrael pointed out, making her press her lips together.
She loudly dropped the bows in her arms to the ground and dusted her hands audibly. "You shouldn't worry about that, Lord Azrael. I am as happy as ever," she stated. "One's emotions aren't always reflected in their expression."
"But a person can always feel something different and show something else, can't they?" Azrael asked with a raised brow.
Ashelia's eyebrows tugged upwards slightly but she nodded. "Yes," she agreed, facing him directly. "The same way a person can pretend to be a lunatic but be perfectly sane."
Azrael's lips twitched, and he struggled to control the laughter building in his throat. "That is an entirely separate matter, Milady."
