I scoffed sharply, shaking my head once more. "That is not a condition," I added. "That is nonsense dressed as prophecy."
The Rwachel's lips curved into a knowing smirk.
She lifted a hand and began to play with her hair as if the weight of the court meant nothing to her at all.
"I knew you would not agree to that," she said lightly, almost amused. "I could already see how blinded you are when it comes to that girl."
Noah's head snapped toward her immediately.
"Watch your…"
I raised my hand once cutting him off. "Leave us."
Noah froze for half a second, then bowed his head.
"As you command, Your Majesty." He turned and walked out of the hall.
The doors shut behind him with a heavy sound that echoed through the silence.
I stood up from the throne, slowly. My gaze stayed on her.
I stepped down from the raised platform, my footsteps steady against the marble floor.
