On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor Fifty-Nine

Fifty-Nine

“Just who are you, you knave-knave?” Shaeula spat in response, eyes glowing with fury at the mocking tone the Raven Knight used. “To know of …”

“Oh, who does not know of you, little half-breed whelp of Shaetanao, the most pathetic of the Seven Royal Bloodlines? Why do you think you were allowed, nay forced to co to this country where the Seelie Court holds little sway? And with such poor retainers at that.”

It was impossible to see his face under the hood and mask, but I could just tell the Raven Knight was wearing a cruel grin. Still… Shaeula made great pains to tell repeatedly she was a pure-blooded princess… I guess maybe there is more to her story than I know…