"What rubbish are you spewing?" Elara hissed out.
Her hands clenched so tightly at her sides. Her heart hadn't stopped pounding since Thessara's words.
"She's the king's mate."
Thessara didn't flinch. She only stared at her with a deadpan expression. "You heard me, child."
Elara took a step forward, her voice cracking. "You're wrong. There's no way that would happen. He doesn't even look at her that way, so how—"
"He doesn't need to look at her anyway. This isn't up to Thorne," Thessara said calmly. "The gods already have. The bond exists."
Elara stood still, seething with anger. "You expect me to believe that girl was chosen? That the King—Thorne—is bound to a filthy little nothing?"
Thessara frowned. "You still harbor this unrealistic feeling towards him?" She asked, shaking her head as she stepped even closer to the woman, pointing towards Elara's chest. "Let go of that thing in your heart, Elara. Whatever it is you feel for him… it will only rot you from inside."
