"Zephyr...and Dauphine?" Illya repeated, her voice shaky. Oz squeezed her hand that was gripping on his like a vice, wanting to get her attention.
"I said Lady Daphne, not Dauphine," Oz corrected, and almost immediately, Illya turned to him with confusion swimming in red eyes.
"Does that mean she's not her?" Illya frowned. "But she definitely looks the same as my best friend, Dauphine." Even Zephyr has the same name, Illya wanted to add but chose against it.
"Best friend is definitely not a common term but Lady Daphne is a close confidant of your grace."
Illya isn't so sure what to feel about that piece of information. She wanted to call for Zephyr, but the linked arms are certainly a form of showing off.
Then, there's Dauphine — or Daphne — and Illya shivered seeing her smile so gall
