Atheline felt her hold his robe trying to pull him back but the silk slipped through her fingers. He turned his head and smiled at her as he stepped down the step. He came to a stop a few steps from the noble elder and the general.
"I really didn't want to interfere but I do not appreciate being called a low blood," he said while looking down at them as if they were ants.
If they wanted him to act like a true high elf, he would show them how it's done.
The general looked at him as though he were a child playing adult.
"Really," he said in a drawn-out voice.
Atheline opened his mouth to speak when she cut him off.
"He is not just any elf."
Atheline smiled. She must have noticed his intentions.
Everyone looked at Atheline studying him carefully unlike the last time, when he had been dismissed as an accessory to their queen.
A flicker of recognition slipped through some of their eyes but not enough.
"...From which house," the general pressed on.
