CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
The queen marched towards the flames.
In front of her was her favorite chair embedded with ruby gems on the sides and its cover made from the finest leather. The wood used for the framing and legs came from one of the rarest trees and had her initials specially carved into it.
“What the fxck is this?!” she bellowed. Blood boiled in her veins and the only thing she could think of was killing the person behind it.
She wailed as the ruby gems fell out of the chair and the leather curled from being burned. The fire crackled and dark smoke rose into the sky. The seat that she treasured so much and had a hard time obtaining is turning into ashes.
From the side, the princess directly looked at the flame, as if she was being hypnotized by it. There was a satisfied look o
