"That son of a w***e! Who does he think he is!?!" Petra growled, tightening her fist as she stared at the surface of the table she sat at in the Werlerian's palace dungeon.
Lyzebel—who stood by the window—picked her fingers boredly. "Relax, Petra. It is obvious to say our cousin, Lucien, did what he did possibly in request of his friend, Lord Elliot".
"True", Lamia supported, seated next to Petra on the long table.
Petra frowned."So are we just going to let that bastard that killed my husband go free!?"
Lyzebel gazed at her, "You heard the orders, Petra. We can not fight the Head Assembly, Petra. Even if you try, you may end up getting stripped of your status as the queen. So it is better not to get yourself involved in actions directly against their orders".
Petra tutted, hitting her
