The surroundings were dead silent, the remaining nobles lowering their heads, too afraid to even glance at the Queen.
They realized the rumors about Her Majesty's ruthlessness were true. Their only thought now was to leave this place alive.
"You can leave."
Elora's words were like a ray of sunshine sinking through their very bones.
Their tense hearts immediately relaxed as they bowed and hurried away, almost breaking into a run.
Thorn let out a chuckle as he watched them, feeling that they were no different from the poor civilians who feared those in power.
The nobles had always acted tough and lived like little kings because Her Majesty resided far away in the capital.
This had made some of them believe they could get away with every crime they committed. They would have succeeded if Elora hadn't suddenly gone on a kingdom tour—or if they hadn't kidnapped him.
None of this would have happened, and they would have continued living comfortably in their little kingdoms.
