(Third Person POV)
After a few minutes of Elena sitting on the bench and waiting, a middle-aged man entered the restaurant. He looked pale, and signs of malnutrition were clear on his face.
He walked down the center of the room, surrounded by several people wearing white armor.
He looked nervously at Elena, who was sitting quietly in front of him, and took a deep breath before approaching her.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking the citizens of our city without reason?"
Elena didn't turn to look at him. She remained seated, playing with her phone for a while before finally raising her head.
The man felt a shiver run down his spine because of her cold, red eyes staring at him. He swallowed hard.
"I'm a bit thirsty. Go get me a glass of water."
She pointed at the middle-aged man and spoke in an indifferent tone.
"What! How dare you, woman? I am the Baron. You have no right to order me!"
The man was furious. Her words had wounded his pride.
