Dimitri's brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"
"I won't give him an easy death," she clarified, her voice sharp with conviction. "Draven, Mira, the Empress... they all see me as a threat. They want me gone. And yes... I want to see them fall. But not quickly. Not easily. I want them to ruin themselves with their own hands."
Dimitri's eyes searched hers, a mixture of awe and unease flickering in his gaze. "What exactly are you planning?"
Sorayah's lips curled into a smirk, sharp, calculated, and cold.
"The Luna Empress has already dug her own grave," she said, each word laced with seriousness. "That miraculous pregnancy she flaunts around the palace? It's a lie. Even if the Empress Dowager wants to believe it's some divine gift, we know better. There's no child. There never was."
She paused.
