Cleora's eyes shifted to the deivruta, and her expression cooled noticeably.
"Princess Selma. Thank you for sheltering him."
While coming here, Milan had told her about Selma Belat, the daughter of the Emperor, even though everybody knew that she was not.
"It was my pleasure," Selma replied smoothly. She stood with smooth grace, and Jolthar noticed that she was slightly taller than Cleora, an advantage she seemed to use unconsciously, her posture making her appear more commanding.
"Your companion is quite remarkable. He survived a battle with a deity and a deivruta. Few mortals could claim such a feat."
"He's not just a companion," Cleora said, her voice taking on an edge.
"He's much more than that."
"I'm sure he is," Selma agreed, her smile knowing.
"How fortunate for you."
The tension between the two women was palpable, two powerful, beautiful women sizing each other up, each recognizing a potential rival.
Milan cleared his throat diplomatically.
