Electra's POV
I made my way up the stairs leading to the rooftop slowly, my hands tucked into the pockets of my jacket as several thoughts kept running through my head at once.
After my conversation with Irina, Penelope, and Roxana earlier, I had finally accepted that I could not solve everything at once no matter how badly I wanted to. There were simply too many things happening around me, and if I kept rushing into everything blindly, I would probably make things even worse for myself.
The issue with Jella especially irritated me because the more I thought about her, the more I realized that simply throwing her into prison felt too merciful after everything she had done. She killed my father, framed an innocent servant for it, and then expected the entire kingdom to pity her afterwards. Just remembering the fake expression she wore whenever she spoke made my skin crawl.
