Elora waited for their response but the silence dragged on—none took the easy way out.
Some felt confident that the queen didn't have evidence, while others kept silent to preserve their noble house refutation.
Elora's gentle aura sharpened like an unsheathed sword. "Nalia, bring Lyra here.'' Nalia's heart raced under the queen's murderous aura, bowing, she teleported.
The women kneeling didn't know why the queen sent for someone, but their instincts warned them of something dreadful.
And some women broke under the queen's pressuring gaze.
"Y-Your Majesty, please—"
"Quite, I gave you a chance but none of you appreciate it." Elora interrupted with a frown.
Thorn, watching from the sidelines, had eyes gleaming with excitement as he watched his wife in action.
Her dominance and ruthless intent sent tingles racing down Thorn's spine, a flush rising on his cheeks.
