Katsa found herself wondering why the girl had stopped talking mid-sentence, but decided not to question it further. Instead, she started to silently curse Helda for forcing her into a dress, but those thoughts got interrupted when the auburn haired maiden spoke again.
“I am the niece of King Randa, milady.”
King Randa.
There were tales of him, infamous ones. The cruel king of the Middluns. One who uses his niece to do his bidding when it comes to war and combat. And, this was his niece. A beautiful young woman who also had a knack for killing.
“ Oh.”
