Chapter 82: A KING'S PLEA

"But you have already learned the roots of your king. Why don’t you start learning the roots of your queen as well?" Xina said with a hint of triumph as the servants entered to serve their supper. "Why don’t you join us for the meal?" With a look of quiet satisfaction, Xina glanced at Dalia. The white-clad woman’s eyes were blazing with irritation, and it was clear that Xina’s words had struck a nerve. Dalia's jaw tightened, her teeth gritted in frustration. Without a word, she turned on her heel and exited the dining room with a decisive swish of her skirts. Xina’s curiosity was piqued—who exactly was this woman? "Who was she?" Xina asked, her gaze shifting to Noah and Gallahan, who were now left to attend to her after Dalia’s abrupt departure. She gave a polite nod to the servants as they finished setting the table. Gallahan raised an eyebrow, surprised at Xina’s lack of recognition. "You don’t know her?" he asked, noting Xina’s confused shake of the head. "She is the white witch