"You are just jealous," Astral called out to the elf queen, his voice sharp and unyielding, slicing through the tension in the courtyard like a blade, shocking the space clone with his raw audacity, the clone's mouth falling open slightly in disbelief at the bold provocation.
"No, I'm not. I would be above that bastard if I had the same amount of support he had," she defended herself firmly, her cheeks flushing with a hint of indignation, her emerald eyes flashing as she held her ground on the throne, the vibrant leaves around her seeming to rustle in sympathy with her rising emotions.
"The demon. Do you know who he is?" Astral asked abruptly, deliberately ignoring the last words of the elf queen, his tone shifting back to interrogation, his body still poised in a stance of quiet intensity amid the lush greenery.
