What change your mind ?

"Please have a seat, Lord Niard," 

The voice of Princess Lorien rang out like a melodious chime, yet carried a regal tone. She truly was enchanting, worthy of the title of a princess. Her crimson gown accentuated the radiance of her blue skin. 

'Well, now I'm eager to speak with Marita,' Niard thought as he recalled Marita's touch when she nullified the magic of his system. He had never believed that a form of anti-magic could even exist. 

As he sat at the dining table, he spoke, " I didn't expect the so-called savior to be attacked the moment he set foot on this planet. I mean, Princess, we clearly have mutual interests, and you know that well." 

Niard let out a sigh. Lorien raised her hand, signaling the servants to leave. The guards hesitated, but her piercing gaze forced them to obey.