Chapter 320: Angry Elven Mother
As Ronan continued, Ger could almost see the events from earlier playing out...
Loraven scoffed at Ronan and Axel. "Am I a child? You tell me to stay here while my daughter is out there battling for her life?" She pushed past Evanna’s men. The Lyvarian Princess was already in different attire from her gown at dinner, and although she no longer had her swords, she managed to steal one from the armoury. The moment Thalinal touched her thigh and started making a pass at her, Loraven knew it wasn’t her friend.
The King was deeply in love with the former Queen, and although he might have sought pleasure from others, there had never been any affection. There never would be. She could already imagine the bored expression on his features after the deed was done. No, that man at dinner was not Thalinal. After hearing Evanna’s message, it was clear they needed to get rid of this Scarecrow.
Loraven left the chamber in search of a monster, her blade gleaming in the lights as she passed others by. They were all searching for Evanna, and she followed where the crowd was getting louder. They spoke of Evanna trying to assassinate their King.
"*Fools.*"
The moment Loraven appeared before Scarecrow, the guards turned on her. She was the ’traitor’s’ mother, after all. "*If I were you... I would lower your swords,*" she clipped, her ire directed at the imposter King. "*Unless you wish to fight me?*"
The guards glanced at each other. Everybody in the elven-fae and supernatural world knew who Loraven was: the Lost Lyvarian Princess, the rogue, the relentless, the warrior princess who saved her people countless times. Evanna was rivalled in her skills, but Loraven was almost Godly in comparison. They would surely perish facing this woman!
Loraven pointed her blade at Scarecrow, who was behind all of the guards, watching her. "*This is man is not Thalinal. If you have not comprehended that yet, then you are all imbeciles. Thalinal is a wise ruler, and if he had his powers...*" Loraven trailed off, smirking at the thinning line of Scarecrow’s lips. "*He would have taken Evanna and myself out in seconds.*"
This caused the guards to pause, considering her words. "*Where are the men from earlier as well? The ones who witnessed my daughter trying to ’assassinate’ this imposter King?*" Loraven waited, her gaze sweeping across everyone. "As I suspected... Scarecrow had them killed after they discovered who he really is."
The men and those around them started to murmur. Ronan and Axel began sneaking around them, ready in case anybody tried to attack Loraven. Although it was clear she didn’t need their help.
"Stand aside," Loraven commanded, her gaze locked on Scarecrow as she spoke to the elven guards. "I need to teach this creep a lesson."