Chapter 288: The King's Choice and The Dress That Changed Everything
Elyn's POV
Azerion crossed his small arms over his chest, his blue eyes narrowing at Zorathys with the kind of defiance that would have gotten anyone else turned into a very small, very dead pile of ash.
"The Queen isn't your wife yet," he said.
Zorathys didn't even blink. He just tilted his head slightly, his ruby eyes half-lidded and amused, like he was watching a kitten try to roar.
"You just referred to her as Queen," he said slowly, drawing out each word. "And I am King. Therefore, she is my wife."
Azerion's face scrunched up like he had just bitten into something sour.
"That makes no sense," he said. Then he turned to Zayrion, who was seated nearby with the others. "Zayrion. Does that make sense?"
Zayrion adjusted his glasses and looked between Zorathys and Azerion with the expression of someone who had been asked to explain why water was wet.
