"————"
The solemn atmosphere replaced the previous hustle and bustle, restoring the Jade Throne Hall to its original state, no longer noisy.
The fairies all knelt together in the hall, bowing their heads toward the direction of the throne, as if the mood for spectacle and malicious intentions had dissipated with the queen's appearance, leaving only reverence and submission.
Including Tristan and Woodworth, no matter how dissatisfied they were with the wedding or how much they objected to it in their hearts, the moment Morgan appeared, their discontent and resistance were suppressed.
It was a scene only a dictator ruling with terror could create, a one-person regime that would brook no trespassing.
Morgan watched the fairies kneeling below her throne with a disdainful gaze, her eyes void of compassion, even less of any satisfaction at seeing her loyal subjects, only incomprehensible scorn and indifference.
"Look at this scene, my husband," she said.
