Elys bit her fingernails in anticipation. Sir Noa's appearance was a sure storm brewing in a kettle that would explode anytime. They can opt to lock him up until they could sort things out to their advantage, but this was a gamble they couldn't take.
If Sir Noa was not to return, the Eastern Kingdom was bound to take countermeasures.
"What could Queen Euphemia do to the Western Kingdom?" Elys thought to herself.
What else could the Eastern Kingdom use against the Western Kingdom aside from the pack of werewolves and other creatures that took sanctuary in their lush forests?
The Western Queen pondered for a very long time in her seat. She was alone at the moment, a new and slightly messy room all to herself.
