She didn't look at me when she said it. Instead, her gaze drifted aside, settling right on Filia. The moment Filia realized she was being addressed, she flinched so visibly it looked like someone had poked her with a hot needle.
"F-Filia…" she whispered, shy and trembling, her voice barely coming out. It was like her words were fighting through layers of fear just to escape her lips.
For the first time since we arrived, Agneis stepped down from her throne with quiet, dignified steps echoing lightly in the hall as she approached Filia.
Up close, she was exactly how I expected. She was tiny, almost unbelievably so. I could probably wrap one hand around her whole torso and lift her like she weighed less than a feather.
