Chapter 135: A Ray of Light
The newcomer was a young man with wavy blonde hair and a face sculpted in a perpetual smirk. His eyes practically glowed with conceited arrogance, but his poise and grace were undeniable. He wore the purple robes of the Dragon house, with an ornate rapier buckled around his waist. The large amethyst set in the pommel of the weapon carried the characteristics of a magical enhancement item, like a wand or staff.
"Heh, just what we’d expect from the Golden Princess," his cronies sneered in unison.
His followers were from the same house, but their ages ranged from my own, fifteen, to at least thirty. Elise clenched her fists as they formed a loose circle, surrounding us with leers and condescension.
"What do you want, Prince Eric?" She demanded, her voice surprisingly steady.
"What? Can someone as magnanimous as I not stop and say hello?" Prince Eric chuckled. His gaze fell on me, and his smile faded. "But I must admit, I’m curious now. What exactly were you planning with a filthblood slave like this? I’m astounded you would dare bring something so vile here."
Elise’s eyes narrowed. "She’s not vile. Her name’s Xiviyah and she’s a potential-"
"Xiviyah?" Prince Eric blinked, and a cruel smile widened his lips. "A fitting name. I’m not surprised you find her good company, especially after the last trial."
"That’s not... I mean, agh! You’re so frustrating!" Elise snapped.
"Losing your composure this easily? Are you sure you’re a princess?" Eric jabbed, clearly enjoying her agitation.
"Ignore them, let’s go," Elise said, scowling. She pulled me forward, trying to march past them.
"Where do you think you’re going? I’m not finished," Prince Eric said, frowning.