While Meira and Zania continued their silent magical stare-down behind Cedric, a new voice chimed in from the side of the courtyard.
"My, my... what a womanizer."
Marcellus strolled in casually, arms folded and a smug grin plastered across his face.
"Look at me! Faithful to only one." He turned slightly, dramatically gesturing behind him. "My beautiful dark elf."
Standing quietly beside him was Lithia, her cheeks slightly pink, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. She bowed her head lightly when the others glanced her way but said nothing.
"Ugh... Marcellus… go away," Cedric muttered, rubbing his temples.
Marcellus blinked, then tilted his head like he hadn't heard him.
"Why?"
"I said go away!"
"No can do, little bro." Marcellus smirked, strolling up beside him and giving his shoulder a teasing pat.
Then his tone shifted slightly. "By the way... Father is calling us."
