I tore my eyes away from Yavara, and looked down the boulevard at the three approaching figures. She exhaled slowly once more, and said through her breath, “Kneel right now.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m the rightful queen of the Highlands, that’s why!”
“You waged war against the Highlands!”
“No, the Dark Queen did that. XXX “What?!” she screamed back. “How?” I croaked. It didn’t hit—”
“Elena,” I said, grabbing her arm, “stop. “No.” She whispered, “No, no, no, no, no!” She crawled frantically over to me, and began tearing pieces off my gown. With an expression of puppy-like dejection, King Arthur Dreus receded to his haunches, and crawled moping to the door. The minutes I waited while they traversed the stairway up the tower were pure torture. “Whatever, bitch. Someone screamed. My courier. “You’re a stubborn little slut, aren’t you?” She snarled.
