"The one you spoke of just before," Cynthia said, trying hard to stay calm. 'This guy…'
"What are you talking about?" Azhriel asked again, frowning slightly. His voice and face looked genuinely confused.
The Queen clenched her fists, clearly annoyed. 'I swear, if we just hit him a little, he'll start talking!' she grumbled in her mind.
Crack.
The armrest of her throne creaked loudly from the pressure of her grip.
'No, no—please calm down, Queen,' Cynthia said quickly, trying to keep things from exploding.
With a tired sigh, she turned back to Azhriel.
"Fine, we won't talk about that now. But even so, we can't allow you to form a bond with the Queen. So, if you have something else in mind—"
"The Ancient Egg," Azhriel said, cutting her off without hesitation.
Crack!
The Queen's eyes lit up with fury. Her hand slammed into the other armrest, shattering it completely.
"Bastard!" she shouted, her voice booming like thunder as her magic began sparking in the air.
