Among the bowing group, one dark elf did not bow. She stood there staring at Lilith with casual boredom and a veiled sense of power that felt pretentious.
Atheline studied her trying to remember if he had ever encountered her but nothing familiar came to mind.
She was an older elf, it had started to show from the wrinkles on her face. She was draped in expensive silk and jewellery that could feed a nation.
The extravagance was a deep contrast to Lilith's simple dress, cover, and jewellery. She looked as though she had come for a fight.
"Who is that?" Atheline leaned in and whispered into her ear.
Lilith turned to look at him.
"The regent," she said then added, "She was the strongest in the kingdom. "
The amusement was evident in her voice. Atheline's eyes widened. In his mind, she was the strongest of the strongest but it seems even the villainess has to start from the bottom.
A ruler will never lack such people under him.
