The Source Of Poison (1)

Arianell put her head against the cold window glass as she thought about the meeting with the princess earlier today. She desperately needs an ally in the royal family, who can help her put the plan for the west into motion, but Gloria is too unpredictable.

"But she was kinda cool…" She murmured as she remembered how the princess easily overpowered those snotty nobles with her words alone. Charissa will have to be careful in public now if she doesn't want to raise suspicion about her lineage.

Arianell never doubted the legitimacy of her half-sister, but the different hair color would surely make people curious.

"My lady, commander, and the knights are waiting ahead…" Vincent informed her.

"What? Here? Not home?" Arianell looked curiously out, and the carriage stopped in the middle of the street since numerous people on the horse were blocking the way.