Panic flared through the ranks.
Everyone knew Nyx's terrifying reputation—not to mention the fact that she was basically a sister to the notoriously unhinged Queen of the Dark Elves.
Being close to a nightmare like that meant Nyx was easily one of the most dangerous people alive.
But Poppy, innocent and curious as ever, tilted her head.
"Why is everyone so scared of that elf?" She asked, peeking over Thea's shoulder. "She's actually really pretty and beautiful. She doesn't seem that scary at all."
Thea's voice was low and grave. "The most beautiful flowers often hide the deadliest thorns, my lady. Do not be fooled."
Nyx on the other hand casually looked around at the terrified centaurs, completely unbothered by their reactions.
Her eyes landed on Sigrid, and she gave a polite, graceful bow.
"Don't mind me, Commander." Nyx said smoothly. "I'm just helping my husband out with a quick favor. I won't be staying long."
