"Most important?!" Serelis heard someone scream from the ranks.
The queen had just dissolved the alliance every living elf grew up knowing as the norm and beheaded her own sister in front of every elf alive, and she was saying there was something bigger yet to come?
The shouts and cries that had been tearing through the battlefield since the execution choked into silence, because Myrasyn's face made it clear she meant every word.
"The man standing beside me rushed to my aid when I was imprisoned. The council and the dwarven crown conspired against him just as they conspired against me, and when he found me, the ruler of the nation who betrayed him, chained and broken in a dungeon cell, he did not see an enemy. He did not see the failure of a queen who had let it happen."
Her voice softened, and the battlefield heard it. "He saw a woman who needed help, and he gave it without asking for anything in return."
She turned toward him, and the warmth in her eyes was not the queen's.
