Tricks

"What princess status?" June fluttered her dark, silvery eyebrows.

"Aren't you a princess who ran away from home?" He gave his good-hearted smile.

"There's no royalty among us elves," she said.

"Perhaps not in your upbringing," Gale grinned. "But you're a princess in the spirit of all that matters."

June glared at him.

"Look at it this way," he continued. "Your father was a transcendent ranker, while your mum is one of the elders, who are practically like dukes."

June sighed. "My father is dead," she said. "And I hate my mother."

Gale cursed inwardly and apologised immediately. "I didn't mean it like that," he said, clasping her palm. "I'm sorry."

"I know," she whispered and turned to the others. "Sorry to dampen the mood. Jenni, Kiara tells me you want to ask me something?"

"Y-yes," the adept went to her immediately. "I want to learn spellcasting from you."

June raised an eyebrow.