Cordelia's gaze was firm as her brown eyes stared right into Elys. The old woman who had served the former Northern Princess with all that she had had now turned cold against her. Elysianne could not find where to begin with how she felt looking into the unfamiliar expression in Cordelia's face.
Aleksander, on the other hand, could only smirk in sarcasm. The item that he snatched rolling from the floor was enough to convince him of one thing.
Aside from the old woman's insolence with barging in his office unannounced, the discovery of her secret deemed to have put to stone the young king's decision.
"My, my, oh my," the vampire king whistled in amemusement, "if my eyes aren't tricking me, this should be enough evidence to have you beheaded, Cordelia. Why do you have the same looking vial as that of the capital arsonist?"
The old maidservant clicked her tongued as a scowl formed all over her face.
