"Her Grace, Regent Elara."
Elara stepped into the room with a wide smile on her face, her gaze settling on her aunt Jocelyn who stood before her, smiling.
"Regent Elara, soon to be queen of the realm," she said proudly.
"All thanks to you, Aunt." She stepped forward and held the woman's hands in hers, kissing her hands.
"You've done well, Elara. Exactly like you should. Now it's time for you to take the reins." Elara nodded.
"What's your first order as Regent?"
Elara's gaze traveled far ahead, she walked towards the balcony, gaze flicking across the vast land. She then turned to face her aunt.
"Adina. I want that bitch killed," she spat out with so much animosity.
Jocelyn hummed, stepping closer. "Don't be so rash. What's death without a little torture? Let her feel what you felt for the past one month staying in the outer banks."
A slow smirk crept up Elara's face at her aunt's words. "You always have the best ideas, aunt," she said, glancing at the door.
