Chapter 752: Demon Lips

Queen Maeve walked with her head held high, the natural arrogance of royalty etched into every step, totally ignoring Azula, who dipped her head in greeting, at least until she took her place beside her husband.

"You may sit before you break that weak human neck of yours," Queen Maeve said unapologetically, mocking her fragility as a human.

The audacity of that red-haired, slippery witch of a Fae! Azula was pissed off even though she was technically not human. But then she—the Queen—did not know that; none of them knew that. Hence, that insult was meant for her.

Azula straightened up, her eyes subtly connecting with Maxi's, who shook her head. She was not to engage with the Queen.

This simple meeting was testing her patience and self-control. At this point, Azula was tempted to roast the Queen's hair. She might be a queen of flame, but she supposed the Queen's flame couldn't be more potent than that of hell's.