Chapter 14 The Bitter Taste Of Victory

Elara's POV

I stood in my chambers. Morgana fumbled with the laces of my backup corset. The emerald silk was ruined.

A single drop of that commoner's sauce had dared to touch my skin.

My heart pounded against my ribs. I felt a surge of triumph that tasted better than any wine. I had crushed her.

I had watched her masterpiece shatter into a