Chapter 20

“Are you ready to go, Your Majesty? "Vraxlon asked, appearing through the dungeon staircase.

I let out a scream for the fright and took a hand to my chest, my rings scratching the seam of my shirt.

"You didn't tell me if Kyra received the answers from the princes," I said, recovering some of my dignity by sitting upright and undoing the folds of my cape.

Vraxlon let out a whistle and came to sit in the chair next to my right. I wore a black shirt and pants of the same tone, quite simple, and strangely similar to my own clothes. At the top of the head, a crown made of black thorns hovered.

"Dealing with Octavius requires a lot from my worst side so that I remember to keep her informed about this important factor. Forgive me, Your Majesty. And, no, besides Octavius no one deigned to answer us.”

"This shows that they are not very satisfied with the queen they have," I pointed out.

"Or that they doubt very much that the queen needs permission or low shields