Riona didn't miss a beat. "And I didn't realize you were this delusional," Riona shot back. "Honestly, I didn't think anyone could out-drama Thorin, but here you are—setting new records."
If this had been a formal audience in a palace court, she might've been punished for such insolence toward an emperor. But this wasn't a normal setting. This was war, and Emperor Kaan was her enemy. Anyone who aligned with the demon was the enemy.
Kaan's smile evaporated. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing into sharp slits. He hated this girl. Always had. From the moment she dared to reject his marriage proposal, resentment had taken root—poisonous and persistent.
"She's looking down on you," Thessara's voice slithered into his mind. Her tone carried a trace of concern, but he knew her too well. It was mockery, veiled and deliberate.
He ground his teeth, fists curling tight at his sides. "Shut your mouth," he muttered, so low only she could hear. And they were meant for her alone.
