“On the contrary, I quite like that you brought her here. At least everyone now knows how pathetic she is.” Onika interjected.
She sneered.
I saw Hasmik flinch. Lupercus’ jaw flexed, but neither moved. Because they couldn’t. Because Onika was still royalty. One wrong reaction and it would turn political, dangerous, and even treasonous.
But me? I wasn’t shackled by those rules.
Not when it came to her.
I leaned back in my seat.
“Wow, Onika,” I said slowly, blinking at her. “It takes a special kind of insecurity to throw insults at someone you clearly feel threatened by. Maybe if you’d worked on your own character half as much as you work on being a public nuisance, you'd have more than a fancy title and a sharp tongue to show for it.”
Her smirk faltered.
“Or, I don’t know, maybe you
