Electra's POV
I scoffed, shaking my head the moment my father uttered Queen Jella's name. Of course, it was her.
I couldn't even pretend to be surprised. It made too much sense. My darling mother had never wanted me to be queen. She had tolerated me as the heir only because there were no other options—until now.
Now that some long-lost bastard Vale had suddenly appeared, she was wasting no time throwing her full support behind him, doing everything in her power to push me out.
Typical.
Letting out a sharp, frustrated sigh, I crossed my arms over my chest. "So what am I supposed to do now, father?" I asked, leveling my father with a glare. "Shouldn't you be figuring out a way to ensure that your daughter remains the future queen instead of some illegitimate son?"