Roland tapped Sigrid's hand as if they were in a wrestling tag team match. It was her turn to say something.
"Miss Akia, with whose authority do you come here to seek peace?" Sigrid's voice rose like a songbird in storm, fragile yet defiant. It was delicate and pleasant to her and yet unyielding.
She even had a smile on her face and most people saw no harm in her question.
Akia however read the message underneath Sigrid's words. It was clear. "You are a nobody, you have no right to stand before me." She wondered why Roland was allowing Sigrid to speak. What did this backward princess know of matters that concerned the fates of empires?
She was impressive, yes. But, she was just another beautiful vase clinging to the crown prince in order to push the agenda of her family.
Akia controlled the anger in her voice and she answered, "I am Medoris's divine messenger. I speak to the gods and my presence here is their will."
"Which gods?" Sigrid cut in.
