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CHAPTER 125
~Author's POV~
Drea stood at the centre of the room as she watched Prince Azriel.
He circled her like a wolf closing in on a cornered rabbit. In his hand, he toyed with a small, delicate songbird made of glass—a priceless relic of the King's.
It has been over thirty minutes since he returned to the palace, yet his mind seemed to have been troubled.
She had information for him, but wondered if it was wise t break his concentration.
"Your highness, I finally found something," she said carefully, breaking the silence.
Azriel stopped mid-step and turned to her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Why didn't you lead with that instead of standing here like an ant hill?"
She lowered her gaze. "My apologies, Your Highness."
"Speak. Is it news on my ruined niece?"
Drea inclined her head. "No, sir. It's concerning Queen Arista." She watched his expression before continuing. "Queen Arista did not die in the palace from the fire incident."
