I immediately swipe my hand through the air, shattering the glowing blue System window, and resume my confident march toward the meeting chamber.
Let that Helena try whatever she wants, I scoff internally. It's not like anyone can actually melt my emotionally stunted, ice-cube of a husband anyway. He probably isn't even looking at her—
I stop dead in my tracks, my boots squeaking against the polished marble floor.
Wait. My eyes narrow. The System's sudden warnings are never empty! It wouldn't randomly pop up and waste a notification unless Helena was actually triggering a major event.
I sharply pivot on my heel, my skirts swishing around my ankles, and march right back into Elena's chamber.
"Elena!" I declare, pointing a finger at her. "I have a highly critical mission for you!"
"What is it?" Elena asks, her eyes instantly lighting up. She flawlessly flips her training dagger, catching the hilt and swinging it casually against her palm like an absolute pro.
