Elora slowly wiped the grape juice off her fingers, her expression neutral; no one could tell if she was angry or not—this made everyone in the room uneasy.
Some cursed Matilda and her daughter for dragging them into this mess, while others prayed Liora's words wouldn't implicate them—after all, none of them were innocent. They had all schemed for the throne once, and some had even raised private armies in rebellion.
The queen's merciless but decisive acts against her enemies had instilled such fear that none dared even think, let alone whisper, the word revolt. Rose was a proof of that.
"I'm loyal to Your Majesty. My resources and manpower are all at your disposal whenever you request them," her Highness Jade pledged as she knelt, her voice echoing through the room.
