Briala was already gone, the evidence against her proved too high and with a bow she had left. Celene’s mouth was open the slightest bit, her eyebrows raised. This could not be happening. “Your reign ends here Celene, go now or my forces will personally escort you.” She took a step back, the shock of the situation finally settling in. There was no escape, no loophole she could exploit to gain the upper hand. For the first time since she took to the throne, she was at a loss of what to do.
Perfect. How perfect. Her mind had twisted the words and now she was imagining the worst case scenario. It would be too easy to take advantage of it at this point. How much damage could Despair do before this empress realized it was a dream. Not real.
“You were never meant to be a ruler Celene. Look at what you have done. You should feel lucky I stepped in before you made it a bigger mess.”
Despair took on Gaspard’s voice, but not his image quite yet. She was providing that by herself. Despair laughed at Celene.
“Poor Celene Valmont. You really do ruin everything.”
