Chapter 49: The Start of Peace, Try

Being held hostage. How painfully, utterly familiar yet it lacked the finesse and threat level Azzoth had managed to achieve. Honestly, Elanor almost felt a little disappointed.

Did he truly believe that she would ever aid in preserving his life? Even like this?

There were few people she hated enough to react emotionally towards and overwhelm her other desires for the ones in the moment. The king was one of them.

“If you move I—I’ll kill her!”

“Oh, Taylor, hi. Seems you’re still wasting your talents.”

“Sh-shut up!”

Elanor was surprised she even remembered him. His father was a noble and he was an illegitimate son trying to rise up in the ranks. They weren’t friends, just acquaintances after he had the gall to be jealous of all the training she was getting and act like it was her own fault for being miserable.

And yes, she might’ve chosen to take up the role of the Holy Maiden but d*mn if the king and his men hadn’t been complete monsters about it.