Elena’s POV
I stood at the side in calmness as I watched Bryson and Glenda muttering with each other, occasionally giving me a side glance of disgust and hatred.
Seeing them like that only made me laugh a little at how petty they both could be.
“Tell me about it! Especially that woman! Titled as the first female general, and she acts so petty, she almost looks pitiful! Where’s the manner and grace in her that a general should have?” Ava sarcastically asked, and I could only imagine her rolling her eyes because of how annoyed her voice sounded right now.
When the time came, and the duel was about to start, Glenda and I stood up and prepared to enter the combat area.
As I did, I looked back at Prince Deacon and was once again mesmerized by his outstanding appearance, with the ray of set
