Seraphielle did not slow her pace as she left Daeron's chambers.
But the composure on her face was a fragile thing. She tried everything possible to make sure you wouldn't see it on her face that she was displeased.
But the moment the heavy doors shut behind her, her jaw tightened. It simmered in rage at the revelation she just got from Daeron.
He doesn't want Valerian dead.
The realization gnawed at her like a persistent wound. She hated this, it was a wretch in her already made plans.
She had believed their goals aligned perfectly. She needed Queen Aurelia gone from this world — the prophecy from the Book of Evernight had been clear. A queen crowned in shadow. A storm consuming kingdoms. Humanity burning, the world ending. She saw many of her loved ones...her sisters...all burned in the fire.
Aurelia had to die.
And Daeron?He wanted his brother out of the way....dead perhaps and that he wanted the throne. Or so she thought.
