Several spirit warriors slowed their movements, their gazes sliding toward the two women standing side by side. This was the first time Guinvere and Zora had spoken directly. No open hostility, no raised voices, yet everyone present could feel the tension tightening like a drawn bowstring.
These two had no need to clash openly. Their conflict was quieter, sharper, and far more dangerous.
Zora let out a soft laugh, her tone light and unassuming. "Miss Guinvere flatters me."
She gave a polite nod, clearly intending to end the exchange there. She had no interest in meaningless verbal sparring, especially not now. Turning slightly, she took a step forward, prepared to leave Guinvere behind.
It was at that moment, as she passed by, that Guinvere leaned in just enough for her voice to reach Zora alone.
"Do you really think Prince Kael likes you?"
