Chapter 130: Speak of the Devil
Prince Raziel paused, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Green you say..."
His lips curled into a pleased, satisfied smile. There was a gleam in his eyes that wasn’t there before, and Soleia instinctively stepped further away from him.
"Is there something wrong?" she instinctively asked before pursing her lips, mentally chiding herself for asking something so dumb.
"Not at all," Prince Raziel said. "Your Highness must spend a lot of time with Sir Ralph, to notice and remember the color of his eyes so distinctively."
"He has saved me from a fair share of beasts while on our travels," Soleia admitted.
It wasn’t a false statement― Ralph had indeed pulled her from a pickle more than a handful of times. Prince Raziel didn’t need to know that those moments had also seared every detail of Ralph’s handsome face into her memory. Prince Ricard was already enough trouble; Soleia didn’t need Prince Raziel poking and prodding about this as well.
Prince Raziel obviously didn’t buy that excuse, but he didn’t harp on it. Instead, he merely nodded once and smiled in understanding.
"I heard that the forests surrounding the paths between Drakenmire and the capital can be quite dangerous," he said. "It is truly fortunate that Sir Ralph had been there in your times of need."
Soleia could only meekly smile. Thankfully, there was no need for her to further reply when Reitan quickly tugged at her arm. She looked down, and right as she did, Reitan quickly shot to hide behind her.
"What’s wrong?" she asked.
A short chuckle left Prince Raziel’s lips as he gestured ahead. "Perhaps young Prince Reitan hasn’t quite yet recovered from the ordeal. It seems like the howlers have left quite the impression on him, both alive and dead."