Zephyra thought about Sylvia… She thought about the arrogant, blonde swordsman who had broken Klaus's heart and abandoned their party just to return to her "prestigious" noble clan in the Capital…
'What a crazy woman.'
Sylvia had chosen politics… Sylvia had chosen a comfortable, pre-arranged life over the man who liked her…
'So what if she left?' Zephyra thought with a vicious triumphant smirk curling her lips. 'Fuck Sylvia. If that bitch wants to play clan politics, let her.'
Zephyra wasn't interested in playing petty clan politics.
She was thinking on a much grander scale.
Zephyra was going to light up his days by turning him into a candidate for a King… She was going to build a flawless, unassailable throne for him to sit on the exact second she got home…
She looked at the shocked faces of the most powerful people in the world, completely secure in the knowledge that her curse would force them to accept her absolute decree.
