"We don't work for you!"
Queen Vania's green hair once again lit up. This time, there was a sort of buzzing that echoed in the air as she did so. The two other Elders in the banquet hall, Apo and S'adar, also stepped forward from their seats as their people stood behind them.
"Well, if you remained as just an advisor to the Common Council, that statement would be true, Your Highness."
Riley let go of Ahor Zai's hand as his throne that was just resting at the Strays' table suddenly emerged from behind him — allowing him to sit almost seamlessly without even looking back,
"But the truth is, except for my sister and Aerith, all of you are under me now—always been," Riley rested his cheek on his fist as he looked Queen Vania in the eyes, "This is not a friendly Tournament between all the races of the universe…
…This is my Tournament."
