Arthur bowed slightly. "Greetings, Lord Viola. But please, do not call him 'little lord'. His Majesty does not care for that title."
"Very well. The lord has a bit of a temper, then."
"You two may lower your guard. I, Violet, as the wisest of the tree spirits, would certainly not mistake a friend for a foe."
Violet puffed out her small chest as she spoke, exuding a mature confidence that didn't match her appearance.
But in Chen Yu's eyes, she was just a pipsqueak under four-foot-three.
'She wasn't much bigger than he was.'
'They were practically two of a kind.'
Violet looked toward the cold-faced Ithilien beside her.
"Ithilien, relax. Death is also an indispensable part of the natural cycle. As long as it does not bring disordered destruction and the spread of decay, there is no need to be so guarded."
Ithilien stood ramrod straight, maintaining her elven grace. Hearing this, she merely gave a slight nod, her cool voice responding respectfully.
"Yes, Lord Viola."
