"The Lich was disguised in a Royal Knight's Armour."
The brown-haired elf tugged a lock of hair behind her ear, only for white to bleed through, streaking the strand like snowflakes.
Disguise unraveled like flower petals, and her hair returned to a snowy white, her elven ears rounding out as her features softened.
Mel glanced over the Saintess, now dressed in white pajamas. "That must have stained the King's name a little."
"Oh. It is more than that." The Saintess chuckled.
Their golden eyes locked with each other, pajamas matching except in color of pink and white, as starlight faintly glimmered off their smiling faces.
Like a late-night girly talk, if not for the conversation.
A teasing thought streamed into Mel's mind before she muttered. "Is it about the spies? Could using me as bait have helped you identify them?"
"Identifying them is never the issue, Mel."
