Serenya sat with a nervous expression on her face.
Her long golden hair falling behind her back while her golden eyes on the masked boy in front of her.
She glanced around staring at the tent that they were inside of.
Akamir tilted his head as he looked at the royal blood more thoroughly.
'….Yeah, she can never handle the pressure.'
Being a queen is much more than being able to give orders.
One has to be a great person be it negative or positive along with a tough mind.
Serenya was revenge driven with her mind completely set on killing Slayri.
And she had to some extent a good reason to do this as well.
'…Her aunt sold her into slavery.' Akamir thought. 'If I was her I would have done the same.'
Akamir would have liked to ask Sylari about the whole ordeal but before that he wanted to know more about Serenya's side.
Akamir leaned back on the chair as he looked around the tent they were in.
The rebels and the freed slaves still haven't made a permanent place as their base.
