The very air itself became solid, with the stares of Diana and Queen Adel being the center of it all. The other one was smiling, while the other carried within her face a rage that caused her brows to quiver.
"You even dare come back here?"
"I see the only thing that grew for you after a thousand years is the length of your hair—a perfect representation of Theran, as expected of the Queen."
Diana's tone was not mocking at all, but the way she moved and bowed with a smile on her face showed her intention enough—and for someone like the Queen who was versed in addressing her people, she knew exactly what Diana's gesture meant.
"Shut your mouth," Queen Adel breathed out; a pulse of air, blasting through the air around her, lightly clearing the sky as she no longer held any of her strength back,
"What do you hope in doing this, Caitlain? I know you're not aiming for freedom, you are not a fool like my daughter."
