“Good day, my lady,” he said respectfully.
Enessa was, after all, a part of the royal family. She was very far down the line, but royal, nonetheless.
“Javaid, you can call me by my name,” Enessa seemed to blush, with a slight giggle.
“Oh, I couldn’t do that, my lady,” he was laying it on thick and Zanna nearly burst out laughing but recovered by playing it off as a sneeze.
“It’s awfully dusty in here, my lady,” Zanna said when Enessa looked at her. “Excuse me.”
“Yes, well, I haven’t noticed,” her smile was strained.
Zanna wasn’t surprised. Elves didn’t seem to be affected by mundane things the way she did. Every winter Zanna became ill and only her. She spent at least a week in bed with a high fever. And every Spring she would stay with a headache and sneezing for the first few days
