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Sophia’s mouth opened in shock but, snapping, Ariela whipped two fingers towards her, a bolt of emerald hitting the blonde in the chest. She took a step back, not from the impact but from surprise, her glare turning sour as she opened her mouth to speak. Atrin raised an eyebrow as Sophia’s lips moved, her expression becoming increasingly exasperated as she talked, yelled, screamed, silent. “That is so much better,” Ariela said, a small smirk playing on her purple lipsticked lips, “Anyway, General, public execution?” Atrin glanced from the silently raging blonde back to Ariela, “I er, doubt it, my Queen, despite not being of direct lineage to the old king, she was still viewed as royalty.” “Damn. Very well, lock her up, throw away the key, just take her from my sight.” Ariela snapped her fingers dismissively and the guards flanking the silent girl, her hair mussed from her silent screams, siezed each of her arms and began to drag her kicking and not quite screaming from the room. Atrin cleared his throat, “I… I think she had information she was willing to trade, my Queen.” Ariela rolled her eyes before levelling them on Atrin, “Today has not been your finest day, General. Her information better be good.” She flicked a finger towards Sophia, dismissing her spell. “-QUEEN OF PUTRESCENCE!” The guards stopped, standing by the door, staring at the sudden outburst from the panting princess, her cheeks flushing with colour as she realised what she had said. She stood herself from their grip and stood prim and proper, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear before she walked back towards the table, eying Ariela with no less condescension tits despite the display of her power. “...As much as I want to know what proceeded your outburst, girl, I’m short on time and shorter than patience. Spill.” Sophia huffed, “There are two traitors close to freeing Belind. 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Ariela let out a contented little sigh, “Gods that was satisfying, so who are these two traitors?” she glanced towards Atrin then back, “I mean, you know, the one that isn’t him?” Sophia swallowed and looked towards Ariela, reassuming her lofty demeanour, as if she hadn’t just watched a man murdered before her, “I don’t know, but that fool Belind would. I’ll be a good wife, you know, I have a lot of information I could share, I’ll be the best lay of your life and we could-” Ariela waved her hand for silence and once more it descended upon Sophia, who, at least this time, didn’t throw a tantrum, “Oh do be quiet you useless little slut. Come with me, let us go see my darling pet Belind and see what he has to say about this fresh mess.” Ariela began to stride from the room, motioning for Sophia to follow her and, flanked by guards, they made their way deeper into her palace. Sophia looked around, amazed by the aesthetic of the palace. 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