Chapter 111 Seraphina

• I watch as Caelum leaves the coastal city, his figure disappearing down the road amid the chaos sparked by Drave’s coup. I wonder what’s going through his mind, whether the humiliation of losing his throne to the bastard brother is greater than the fear of facing a war he clearly doesn’t know how to win. The world seems to revolve around this chaos, and on every corner, in every whispered or shouted voice, there’s only one topic: the coup.
• I watch the news with a malicious smile on my lips, a perverse admiration for Drave's theatrical skill. He knows how to put on a show. Every detail of the invasion was meticulously calculated, from the devastating explosions to the powerful image of Isolder kneeling before him, her expression marked by terror and crushed pride.
• The moment Drave challenged Caelum with Isolder on her knees, my heart raced, but not from fear—an intoxicating euphoria took over me. That woman… finally, she’s paying for her arrogance. A selfish, cruel, cold bitch, Isolder deserves every drop of humiliation Drave pours on her. And if I were there, I would make sure to multiply her pain. Imagining her squirming under my control gives me a sick satisfaction.