Third-person POV
Jella had never liked waiting, but in that moment, the slow passage of time felt unbearable in a way she had never experienced before. Every second that ticked by was taking much longer than it should have, and the silence around her only made it worse. She stood among the gathered guards and officials with her posture straight and her expression carefully controlled, but right under that calm exterior, everything inside her was unraveling.
She knew she had no choice but to allow the bodies to be brought out, especially now that Electra had made it clear she wanted to see everything for herself. Refusing again would only draw more attention, and the last thing Jella needed was to give anyone a reason to doubt her and start to question her intentions since everyone expected her to hate Vale, which she did. She knew she couldn't keep talking about protecting a dignity he didn't have, so she couldn't stop the bodies from being brought out.
