Soon enough, I saw a girl flanked by a couple of maids, all of them looking down on the one person I had been searching for. The blonde girl, brimming with arrogance, was unmistakably the same figure I had seen years ago. She had grown—but only in the physical sense. The rest of her remained as petty and haughty as ever.
"Who goes there?" one of the royal guards barked, stepping toward me.
I didn't answer. Instead, I released a fraction of my Dragon's Presence. It hit him like a hammer, forcing him to his knees, and immediately turned the attention of the princess and her maids toward me.
"Who are you, and how dare you barge into the royal garden?" the lady-in-waiting beside Princess Colette demanded.
"I apologise." I spoke without a shred of apology in my tone.
Remi turned at the sound of my voice. One look at his bruised cheek and swollen eye sent a ripple of fury through me.
"Master?" he whimpered, his voice hoarse.
