"Oh my, if it isn't Lady Lyria Sunweave." Justinian's expression brightened as he approached, a charming smile spreading across his face.
Lyria, who was standing beside Arisha, immediately straightened and gave him a light bow. "Greetings, Your Highness."
Arisha followed her lead and bowed as well. "Greetings, Your Highness."
"There is no need for such formalities. We are within the academy, after all. You may simply address me as Senior."
His tone was polite and friendly. And this time it looked genuine, unlike how it felt false mask while talking with Noah and Damien.
Both girls straightened at his words.
"It's been a while, Senior," Lyria said respectfully. "And please don't call me 'Lady' while we're here. I'm merely a student and your junior."
At her words, Justinian's smile widened slightly. "Very well, Junior Lyria."
His silver eyes then shifted toward Arisha, taking in her equally striking appearance. "And you?"
"Arisha Willow."
"Oh. Junior Arisha."
