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Chapter 197

Writers POV

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Daciana was locked in a tight spot as she gazed upon the mercy of the queen. Her mind was beating fast for fear of being rejected, but also there was this fury burning up on her insides.

She never wanted to stoop too low to the point of begging Ana for help, but she couldn't stand a chance. Guards were mounted everywhere and if she wanted to have a chance to fly out of these lands then it had to be on Ana's terms.

Mockingly, Ana rose from the bed, she was feeling delighted on the inside for seeing that look on Daciana's face.

Earlier on, when Conri stormed his way into her chamber carrying a kid in his arms, she nearly leashed out on him, but since he asked for her mercy, she spared him.

She offered him a chair after hearing the little he had to say, pending when Duciana herself would arrive at the scene, now here she was.

“Why should I help you? Both you and I have hated each other, so tell me why to trust your enemies now?” She mocked Daciana the most.