AUTHOR'S POV
Few minutes before the attack.
The air was filled with tension in the dimly lit chamber. Elena’s piercing gaze swept through the room, Elizabeth sat down quietly on her chair while Oliver kept cracking his knuckles.
The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the stone walls, adding to the weight of the moment.
“It’s time,” Elena declared, her voice smooth but filled with deadly intent.
Elizabeth turned to Elena, her brows furrowed in curiosity. “Ava is almost due. Won’t it be easier to wait until she gives birth?”
Elena’s lips curled into a smirk. “I have no patience for waiting, Ava has done her very worst, she has made Arthur a laughing stock.”
“How is that her fault?” Elizabeth frowned. “Have you forgotten that your prophecy was false or are you trying to make it real?”
“I don't think you understand, a new prophecy came out,” Elena swallowed hard, flickering her eyes away to avoid Elizabeth's curious glare.
“What are you talking about?” Elizabeth scoffed. “
