"Just updating Selene on her *responsibilities*," Harry emphasizes the word. "I will take my leave. Oh, and Selene," Harry turns to the female. "Be ready for the coronation on Friday." Selene is seething. How could the sweet, gentle Harry be so conniving? Had she been blind to his manipulations? She curls her fist around the cup. She lifts the drink to her lips, enjoying the colors sparkle as they touch her lips. A sweet, burning taste flows down her throat. Soon, the drink takes effect, numbing her complicated feelings. "You, okay?" Morgan watches the liquid in his cup glow and swirls an iridescent white. A sarcastic laugh escapes her lips. "Do I look okay?" "No. Lena, I don't like it either." Morgan wearily sighs. He had spent the afternoon arguing with the Elders, refusing to be king. "Then let's not! Listen, Nathaniel wants to help me escape. Come with me- you and Heather." "What if we can't, Selene? You have no idea what they are capable of!"
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