51. Destruction

(Orna)

Tymeria walked the entire length of the dungeon, her nostrils flaring in irritation. Her cheeks were flushed as she kept mumbling under her breath. I felt a tickle of amusement as I pushed the woman inside the last cell and locked the door. There were annoying sounds of sobbing, which irritated me to no end. I wanted nothing more than to silence them, but for now, I needed them. I had to keep them safe here.

"Fucking Claudine," she hissed, before she whirled around and looked at me her eyes narrowed in agitation. I could see her rage, but I didn't care about Claudine. Everyone was a means to an end. I knew she wouldn't babble, and that was enough for now.

"It isn't really her fault, Tymeria. Like I said, my niece is smarter. She has always been." I felt a flicker of pride. It was fun playing against someone who was as smart as me.

If she had been someone like me, if she had acquired the genes of Estrild's daughter, we could have destroyed Draconia together, and built somethin