"Did you summon me all the way here just to speak of him?" Evangeline cut in, her voice dangerously quiet as her violet eyes narrowed into freezing slits. "I am barely holding my temper, Mother."
"Calm yourself, my love," Ravena replied smoothly, adjusting a silver ring on her finger, not a single blonde hair out of place. "I am merely opening your eyes to reality."
"There is no need. I am already well aware of it."
"Are you?" The Empress raised a perfectly sculpted brow, a mocking tilt to her head. "Then you must know that I remain utterly displeased with your marriage to that fool.
If it weren't for that wretched First Empress, I would have never allowed your father to choose that worthless man for you. You deserve an empire, not a puppet."
A cold, knowing smirk played upon Evangeline's lips. "Ah... so you are plotting something again, Mother."
