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Rebecca sneered at Ordrin as he entered the room. His rude etiquette in royal presence still remained unchanged. He didn't hide that he held little to no respect for the queen. If it wasn't for Xana having a small population left and Ordrin being Karst bodyguard, Rebecca would have plotted his death long ago.

"I don't think it's a subject someone of your...status should be worried about. It doesn't concern you." Rebecca spat. "I'm already sure you know where the bird came from. If the Queen of Felia sent one of her own carriers then you could deduct what message it carried. It was a message for us to meet and come to a peaceful resolve. I agreed on the meet but I'd like opinions on what you think we should do. This is about the war so, naturally, this involves active participation from everyone." Rebecca couldn't say that she wasn't the ideal leader for this situation. She wouldn't give Ordrin the satisfaction but, by the smirk he wore now, Rebecca could see he was reading between the lines.

Rebecca wasn't trained in the way of leading people in a time of war. It's not what her school taught. They never guessed the possibility of the king falling. It was a bad idea to let her people know of her inexperience as it would be a huge blow to their morale. That was why she was looking forward to making Karst the king. He was trained by the former king in terms of combat in both ways of physical and mental.

Rebecca was chosen as Queen because of the way she was. Cold and ruthless but reserved and controlling just like his traits were. Rebecca didn't go sprinting to his side when he ever showed up to any royal events. At first Rebecca hated the man because she thought he was the type of person to relish the feeling of bathing in attention. It wasn't until they exchanged brief words at a ceremony that she realized he hated the attention as much as she did. It was in that moment that they peaked each others' interest and soon they were meeting every chance they could.

The king was a fierce warrior but didn't let his love of the blade cloud his delicate duties. He was a balanced man that preferred thinking out a situation's various outcomes before making a move. How he was felled in combat came as a complete shock to the kingdom and especially the royal family. Rebecca hadn't been the same since and found it hard to not show any visible signs of weakness whenever she thought of her husband. She had to constantly resist the urge to vent her frustration and kill the first person she laid eyes on. She'd love nothing more than to go to the battlefield and put an end to the elves. But common practice would not allow her to do such things. So instead she was to dwell within the castle and be perceived as weak. But in due time that would change. One way or another...