“Princess Neryssa, is that you?” That old voice was familiar. Her words caught the attention of the three of them causing them to stop. Neryssa turned back slowly, excitement bubbling in her heart.“Grandfather!!” She called joyously. She watched her steps as she ran towards the old man on a white royal robe. The man was evidently older than Torvald but he had this influential demeanor.“How I've missed you so much, my little butterfly.” He complimented and waved his hands through her hair.“Butterfly?” Nico chuckled inwardly.Neryssa was flustered, the embarrassment evident in her face. She drove her small fists into her grandfather's guts and he pretended to acknowledge her attacks by making a defeated face. “No one calls me that anymore.” She protested but her grandfather shrugged. He proceeded forwards to acknowledge Torvald and Nico while Neryssa held his arm joyfully. “Nico, meet my grandfather–” “Lancelot Windcrest.” Torvald intercepted her and slowly approached him.Tens