Lysandra stood frozen in confusion.
Why had the elf queens spoken that way? Was it mockery? Were they somehow involved in this catastrophe?
Her brain struggled to process anything coherently. This madness had completely fried her mental circuits.
'No, that doesn't make sense. Why would they sabotage their own reputation?'
She tried to think logically.
'Maybe they weren't present during the broadcast. But where could they have been? I saw the king roaming around earlier. Even Aeliana came asking if I'd seen them.'
Her gaze drifted toward the hallway where the queens had emerged.
And there he was.
Jax.
His eyes glistened with something she could only describe as pure, childlike excitement. He scanned every argument happening across the ballroom, drinking in the chaos like fine wine.
Completely lost in his own world.
He walked right past Lysandra without acknowledging her existence.
Her veins began to throb.
