Chapter 117: Apparently Zorathys and Azerion Can Be Friends When They Want To
Elyn's POV
Zorathys folded his arms across his chest. His expression screamed that he was bored—and yes, tired—which was a normal expression on his face.
"That ugly creature was being disrespectful," he said calmly.
I turned slowly toward him, squinting. "Zorathys, it doesn't matter if she was being disrespectful."
His brows rose like I'd just spoken in an ancient, forbidden language.
"Doesn't matter?" he echoed. "Firefly, she spoke rudely to you. She doesn't even have the right to breathe the same air as you do," he argued.
"And why is that?" I asked him, genuinely curious.
"You are the queen," Azerion said, pointing toward me, and Zorathys nodded.
Honestly, the fact that both Azerion and Zorathys were working together now was comical.
I sighed. "You guys are forgetting that I am not queen here."
Zorathys narrowed his eyes at that. "Who said so?"
