Third-person POV
King Vale sat slouched on the high throne with one hand steadily pressing against the side of his head. The pounding headache that had plagued him for days was refusing to ease in the slightest, and no matter how many deep breaths he drew or how tightly he shut his eyes, it only seemed to keep getting worse and worse.
The throne room was quiet, which would typically bring him peace, but at the moment, not even this could bring him any peace. The silence only worsened the storm in his mind.
It had been days since the disaster at the Revernyn tournament, and still he couldn't believe what had happened. One moment, Electra had been her usual self, composed, sharp-eyed, and too reckless for her own good, but at the same time, still ordinary enough to pass for a normal human who was simply playing a game like her peers.
