"What!?" Conrad shot up from his chair. "You agreed to give the gem to me-"
"Did I?" King Nuvian smirked. "Hmmm… I do not recall promising you the gem. I also do not see an army of the dead or all of Hatherland's armies at my disposal… You are a PRINCE. NOT the king of Hatherland."
"I will be the emperor!" Conrad snapped, and the table lifted and was thrown against the icy walls. Dishes and food clattered on the ground, and all that remained were people sitting on chairs staring at Conrad.
Evanna bit the inside of her cheek to stop her from smirking at Conrad's reaction. Besides, the king has not confirmed or given the gem to them yet. She had to play this right.
Still, she couldn't help herself from squeezing Arawn's hand back. It felt surreal that they'd announced their engagement to the hall without discussing it with each other. That made her love him even more, though.
