Well, appearances did decieve. And nobody actually knew what Zenon looked like, a fact for which Rozalin never ceased to be thankful. If it was known who she was, it would be nonstop attempts on her life, day in and out. Still, she smiled slightly at that eyebrow, a smirk of 'I know you are up against a great mystery here and I enjoy it.'

"Well, I suppose that we are thankful for her abscence, even if you are not. I am Rozalin, Princess, Overlord, rightful ruler of Veldime, and daimyo of the Snow Clan. Have you tried the caviar?"