"Interesting," Ricky muttered, his compound eyes narrowing as he observed the pair.
His gaze shifted between the serene woman and Darius, a hint of amusement flickering in his voice. The Stage 3 crown prince was proving more resourceful than expected.
At that moment, the older man's brows relaxed. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he let out a soft chuckle.
"It appears not everyone in this place is ignorant," the man said, his tone neither mocking nor arrogant—merely amused. "How rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself first."
He placed a hand over his chest with polite grace. "This young miss here is the daughter of my esteemed master, Lady Felicia Etternbourgh. I am her humble servant, Robert."
Before he could say more, the young woman beside him furrowed her graceful brows. With an edge of displeasure, she cut him off.
"Uncle, how many times do I have to tell you?" she said, her voice soft but commanding. "You are not our servant—you are my elder."
