"Wait!"
Ivy's hand shot out and grasped Cecilia's.
The touch lasted less than a heartbeat. Ivy recoiled as though burned, her fingers snapping back, her eyes going wide with the realization of what she had just done.
She just touched a divine white dragon without permission or any of the rituals that should have preceded such an act!
She bowed low. "But the reason I want Ruby Vaiva dead—" She paused, gathered herself and pressed on. "It is to replace her with a new Saintess. One who is more reliable. More accurate. More morally kind."
Ivy raised her face, and her eyes bore into hers behind the veil, begging.
"Your Majesty, Ruby Vaiva is corrupt."
She concluded.
"You know how she deployed her husband's family to destroy and intercept the former Saintess's revelations. How she used them to gain advantage, to silence warnings, to ensure that her prophecies were the only prophecies that reached the ears of power."
