Electra's POV
I walked through the halls of Elysium High as I made my way back to my dorm room. The visit with my father had drained me—not just physically, but mentally as well.
My mind was still reeling from everything he had told me, from the sudden revelation that my position as Crown Princess was now at risk to the fact that Queen Jella had been scheming behind my back for who knows how long.
But strangely enough, none of that mattered as much to me right now. What did matter was what I had seen in my nightmares.
The nightmares where I had died and making sure to prevent it.
When I finally got to my room and pushed the door open, I was met with a sight that, under normal circumstances, would have made me roll my eyes.