Chapter 177
I wanted to laugh at her insanity.
Seeing the same signs I was seeing, Zara stood by my side protectively, ready to use herself as a shield if needed, but I pulled her
back.
Fighting with Glenda would be as easy as pie, even if it turned physical.
Pointing a finger at me, she continued, “The King has ordered Bryson to marry another Lama. Another! And it is because of you. Because you poisoned him against me. Because you-”
Before she could finish her ridiculous monologue, I went on, “You give me too much credit. Bryson’s fate has nothing to do with me. I left him, remember?”
After a slow swivel of the glass of juice I had from my side, I raised it a little and smirked at her before adding, “Willingly.”
“Then why-” She stopped in the middle of her sentence, her eyes gliding on the table beside the other end of the couch I was sitting in, where the invitation was.
A humourless laugh escaped her lips; she shook her head back and looked at me as if I had just betrayed her. Like I was playing
Elena’s POV
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t gasp either. I remained calm and unaffected by her already almost daily life chaos.
So instead, I sat down with grace, brought the glass of juice to my lips, and took a slow, deliberate sip. The cold liquid was a stark contrast to the heated mess standing before me. I swallowed, set the glass down on the table with a soft clink, and finally met her gaze.
“Is that the best you can do?” I asked, my voice level. “Name–calling? It’s a bit beneath a noblewoman, isn’t it? Oh wait… I forgot. You aren’t going to be one for much longer.”
Glenda’s face turned a shade of purple I hadn’t thought humanly possible. Her chest heaved, and the veins in her neck bulged as she struggled to contain the scream building in her throat.
“You think you’re so high and mighty,” she hissed, stepping closer, ignoring Zara, who bristled beside me. “You planted that invitation there! You wanted me to see it! You wanted to rub it in my face that Bryson is marrying someone else!”
“Glenda,” I sighed, leaning back into the plush cushions of the couch, careful not to wrinkle the silk of my wedding dress. “You give yourself far too much importance in my life. I didn’t plant anything. The world simply doesn’t revolve around you anymore. Actually… did it ever?”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, broke her.
It’s the last thread of her sanity snapped. With a guttural growl, she lunged.
“I’ll rip that smile off your face!”
She didn’t aim for me; instead, like a child throwing a tantrum, she aimed for the dress. Her claws were fully extended now, glinting under the chandelier light, ready to shred the masterpiece I was wearing.
Suddenly, she was far from the mighty warrior general many had looked up to her for before.
Zara screamed in panic, “Princess!”
But I was faster. I moved before she could. No… I made a manoeuvre even before Glenda finished her act.