Two Rivers Isle sylfaen

siani gasped softly, her eyes widening at madhuri’s bluntness. her posture straightened, as though her training demanded she recover her composure quickly. i cannot speak out of turn, your highness, she murmured, her voice low but firm, the weight of her upbringing clear in her tone.

she hesitated, her gaze dropping momentarily before lifting to meet the princess’s again. but i will follow you, she continued, her words steady despite the uncertainty that tinged her expression. i was sworn to serve you, and that vow does not break, no matter where we go.

her head dipped slightly, a gesture of deference, though her voice carried a quiet conviction as she added, if we fail, your highness, then i fail with you.