Roxana had already explained everything to Seris and Astrid when she'd first approached them to follow.
Going directly to her kingdom would be useless. Her sister, Queen Sylvie, had never accepted defeat in her entire life. But now? Now she'd accepted her fate. Written a goodbye letter. Was planning to die fighting.
'My addition wouldn't do anything good. Just one more body on the pile.'
But THIS? Helping them free Seris's kingdom first? That could work. The opponents would be spread thin, less cautious in a conquered territory. If she could help free Veldora's forces, get Queen Adelina out safely, then the tables could turn.
With Adelina freed, the nations that were still standing could band together. Form a united front. Free the world from these new threats.
It was strategic. Logical. The right move.
Now Roxana sat in the carriage, looking at Jax's back. His attention was focused anywhere but on her. She got absolutely zero acknowledgment. Not even a glance.
