Maximus still found it difficult to reconcile the vision before him with the image he'd seen through the communication orb. The orb hadn't lied; it simply hadn't captured the full essence of her. Sienna-Rose Miller, the sorceress who now stood before him in flesh and breath, is different than the one he saw inside the orb, where she's mostly bloodied or bleeding.
Her presence is not just powerful, but it's also polished. Rooted like an ancient tree and yet untamed like mountain wind. Maximus extended his hand, his smile easy and sincere. "Maximus von Aethelgard, the king you helped put on the throne."
Sienna-Rose met his gaze with a smile, but her words carried a shadow of truth he could not deny. "Sienna-Rose Miller, the sorceress you stopped from committing a mass murder… because of your wisdom."
He chuckled, not offended, but aware. "Ah, touché. You look stunning, Lady Miller."
