Electra's POV
I saw her face again. The face of the only person besides Seraphina who managed to trigger emotions that I couldn't even begin to explain.
It appeared so clearly in the darkness of my sleep that it felt less like a dream and more like I had been dragged somewhere real. Her eyes were cold in a way that made my chest tighten, and she stood high above me like she had before, dressed in royal robes that moved in the wind. The crowd around us roared with excitement, but her expression stayed calm, almost bored, like the entire scene was nothing more than a performance she had already watched too many times.
It was the face of Queen Jella, my supposed stepmother, the woman who had supposedly raised me and had been considered as my mother before the world found out I was born by a Phoenix. She was also the same woman who had tried to have me executed in front of hundreds of people.
