Third-Person POV
The sound of the heavy doors closing behind the guards lingered in the throne room long after Electra had been dragged away.
Jella sat back on her throne, crossing one leg over the other, her fingers tapping against the armrest as she listened to the fading sound of footsteps. The smug satisfaction on her face stayed for a while longer, but it vanished the second Iris turned to face her.
Iris stood stiffly, her expression filled with irritation. "You'd better make sure she dies tomorrow," she said flatly. "Because if she doesn't, you'll regret it. Those cuffs won't hold her forever, especially not when she's at her strongest right now, and as you can see, I'm still too weak to go toe-to-toe with her."
Jella raised her brows, the corner of her mouth twitching. "For someone so young," she said, her tone cutting, "you have an awfully poor sense of respect and an even worse way of speaking to your elders."
