Bab 261: Pathetic Pyrotechnics

Daphne's siblings had all gathered to the front of the crowd, their eyes wide with horror and jaws gaped in shock. Drusilla was at the foremost, her hands hovering around her lips as she stared at Daphne, embraced in the arms of another man while her husband stood to one side, watching it all unfold.

"Open your eyes, Drusilla," Alistair said with a scoff, "she is obviously giving King Atticus the green hat!" A nasty smirk curved his lips as he folded his arms across his chest, victorious. He then addressed his brother-in-law directly. "What did I tell you, King Atticus? I had warned you that it is only a matter of time before you would―"

Alistair didn't have the chance to finish his sentence. He was abruptly cut short when a whole tree came flying towards him, forcing him to duck out of the way. The tree landed a long distance away, skidding across the ground before it slammed into another, splitting the trunk right into two.