Third Person
The time clicked eleven forty-nine when she appeared at the door. Heads turned, a wave of energy swept through the room, but she didn’t step in, not so soon.
At the front, Kael stood up, straightened his dress, and casually walked down, one hand still in his pocket and the other by his side. His face remained neutral.
Yella’s lips stretched. She drew in a long breath, her hands eagerly reaching for him, but as he got closer, not even a glance was cast her way. He walked past so swiftly that the force nearly caused her to fall.
“My lady," Elise reached for Yella, who stumbled backward.
Her eyes burned with unshed tears, but Yella was stubborn. She refused to be so close to the crown, to power, and to back down so easily. Yes, Liora was weak; she wasn’t the only weak one. W
