As Shennong traversed his tunnel leading back to Christina's dorm, his mind churned with thoughts. The conversation with Archmage Mandira still lingered, her cryptic warnings about Princess Maria's sudden interest in Christina gnawing at him. "What's her angle?" he muttered to himself, his boots echoing softly against the stone floor. "She's a princess, highborn and all, but taking a shine to Christina out of nowhere? That's not just whimsy. There's a game afoot."
He shook his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes. "Doesn't matter. As long as she doesn't hurt Christina, it's none of my concern. Maybe the princess just needs a friend. Lonely at the top, I suppose."
