"Mom, please sit down. You don't look well."
The Elf Queen stiffened as she heard Kaelen's words, though she quickly masked her reaction with a haughty tilt of her chin.
The servants, who just entered to help, were watching the scene unfold with undivided attention. Queen Lilian's delicate fingers curled around the arm of her throne, nails digging into the polished wood as she avoided meeting her husband's gaze.
She was feeling suffocated.
Valac observed all of this with a quiet smile, keeping his expression calm as if he hadn't just unleashed a storm in the royal hall.
Yorin smirked beside him, obviously enjoying the turmoil. His father, the Dwarf King, and The Fairy Queen watched the proceedings with a straight unbiased face.
