Shailene's face turned bad, her eyes filled with a chilly gaze, "A unanimous decision by the Elder Council? How come I wasn't made aware of this?"
Under the gaze, the rest of the upper echelon all averted their eyes. Shailene was after all the Queen of the Winged Race. Keeping this matter from her was truly an offense.
Dorothy frowned as she chided Shailene with a tone as though rebuking a child, "Because you're always so headstrong. The Elder Council was afraid that you might be too agitated, that's why we kept it from you. Seems like our decision was right. Shailene, you're still too young."
In the eyes of Dorothy, Shailene was still a kid that had not yet grown up. Although they had chosen her to be the Queen due to her bloodline and heritage, she had basically zero authority.
