Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]-Chapter 25: The Jealous Princess

Third-person Pov

Electra had been in her room, doing the same thing she'd been doing for the past three days—isolating herself, avoiding the world outside, and drowning in sleep. It was easier that way.

After her brutal fallout with her mother and the nightmare visit to Queen Jella's torture chamber, the last thing she wanted was to face anyone. She had returned to Elysium late at night on purpose, sneaking back into the dorms without a word and without anyone noticing her presence.

She couldn't bear the thought of anyone seeing her like this, weakened and vulnerable. It was a rule she had lived by her entire life: never show weakness. Not to her friends, not to her enemies, not to anyone.

Her mother had made sure of that.

The Queen had always been a cruel woman, but this time felt different. The punishment for her fallout from their latest argument had been worse than usual. She had been thrown back into that hellish chamber, her mother's prized torture room, where she had perfected the art of breaking someone without leaving visible scars.

Electra shifted in bed, wincing as a sharp pain shot up her spine. She was still healing, though outwardly, she appeared as flawless as ever.

Queen Jella had ensured there were no visible marks, no signs of the torment she had endured. To the outside world, Electra Vale was as untouchable as ever, and that was how she wanted it.

Her friends, Roxana, Penelope, Deena, and Irina, had respected her space, knowing better than to try and reach out when she chose to isolate herself. It was an unspoken rule among them. Her pain was not for anyone to witness, and if anyone did, they wouldn't live to tell the tale. She made sure of that.

She had built her reputation at Elysium Girls High meticulously. Every look, every word, and every ruthless act had been part of her strategy. The more they feared her, the less likely they were to challenge her, and that fear had become her armor.

A knock at the door shattered the silence, and Electra's eyes snapped toward it as her heart thudded against her ribcage.

Who dared disturb her now? She hadn't given anyone permission to come near her, and the audacity alone stirred something in her—a feeling of anger.

She didn't move, didn't say a word, and simply thought to herself that maybe if she ignored it, they'd go away.

But then the knock came again, more insistent this time. Whoever it was, they were determined. Electra pushed herself up, biting back the groan that wanted to escape as the pain flared in her ribs.

With slow movements, she slid off the bed and crossed the room, her bare feet silent against the cold floor.

She reached the door and paused, her hand hovering over the handle. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to relax. Whoever was on the other side would soon regret their decision.

She opened the door a little, just enough to see who it was.

When Electra opened the door, her expression darkened on seeing Deena standing there, breathing hard like she had just run a marathon. Her disheveled appearance and flushed face immediately irked Electra, and the fact that she had the audacity to disturb her during her self-imposed isolation only made it worse.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Electra hissed, her voice low. "You know better than to come here when I'm resting."

Deena, still catching her breath, held up her hands in a placating gesture. "Wait, just... give me a second," she panted, trying to force air back into her lungs.

Electra crossed her arms, glaring at Deena. Her patience was thin, and Deena's panicked demeanor wasn't helping. "This better be important, or you won't like how this ends," she warned.

Deena nodded furiously, finally managing to speak. "It's about Seraphina," she said quickly.

At the mention of Seraphina's name, Electra's frown deepened. "What about her?" she asked. "You better not be wasting my time, Deena."

Deena stood up straight, wiping the sweat from her brow as she rushed to explain. "I overheard some girls talking, and they said Uria's group took someone with them, and when I started asking around, I found out the girl they took was Seraphina."

Electra's eyes narrowed. "Uria's girls? What would they want with her?"

Deena continued speaking even faster now. "I'm not sure, but the girls I asked said it looked like they were planning to lock her up somewhere. I don't know exactly where, but that's what I heard."

Electra stood still for a moment, her mind racing. She knew Uria well—too well, in fact. They had been involved before, in a relationship that had mostly been fueled by lust.

Uria, like her, was also a princess, but of the kingdom of Valtenor, the third largest of the seven kingdoms, and Uria wasn't known for being a troublemaker or meddling in unnecessary drama.

So the idea of Uria's girls going after Seraphina didn't make sense.

Letting out a slow breath, she turned her attention back to Deena, who stood awkwardly in the hallway, waiting for further instructions. "Give me a minute," she muttered before closing the door.

She threw off her robe and quickly changed into her usual dark, tailored outfit, wincing slightly as the movement aggravated the dull ache still coursing through her body from her mother's recent punishment.

Stepping out of her room was the last thing she wanted to do right now, especially when she was still recovering, but she couldn't let this slide. She had grown... attached to Seraphina and couldn't stand the thought of someone else messing with her newest interest, not without consequences.

After slipping into her shoes, she walked back to where Deena was waiting in the hall. "Do you know where Uria is?" She asked.

Deena nodded quickly. "She was in her class when I checked."

"Good," Electra replied. "Let's go."

Without another word, Electra started moving, and Deena trailed behind her, trying to keep up but also clearly nervous about what was about to happen.

As soon as Electra and Deena stepped into Uria's class, the atmosphere shifted. Electra's icy gaze scanned the room, immediately zeroing in on Uria, who was lounging at the back of the class, her feet casually propped up on the desk in front of her.

Electra didn't have to say a word—one simple gesture to Deena was all it took, and Deena, who had been waiting for the signal, acted swiftly.

With a sharp kick, she sent one of the desks in the front row skidding across the floor with a loud crash, the noise drawing the startled attention of every girl in the room.

Conversations halted, and eyes darted toward Electra, their faces painted with fear and curiosity.

"Everyone, except Uria, out. Now," Deena barked, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The girls scrambled, gathering their belongings in a hurried frenzy, eager to avoid whatever storm was brewing between the two princesses. Within moments, the classroom was emptied, save for Electra and Uria.

Electra stood at the front of the room, arms crossed over her chest, her sharp gaze fixed on Uria, who remained seated at the back, entirely unfazed. The amused smirk playing on Uria's lips made Electra's blood boil, but she kept her expression cool and unreadable.

Electra gave a quick nod to Deena, signaling her to guard the door from the outside, and Deena complied, leaving them alone.

Uria's smirk widened as she stood up from her seat, her eyes glinting with mischief as she slowly approached Electra.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. "I didn't think it'd be this easy to get your attention after all this time, Electra. All I had to do was take a little interest in the girl you've been eyeing, and you finally remembered me."

"I never took you for the jealous type, Uria," Electra said. "But I'm not here to play games with you. Where is she?"

Uria chuckled softly at Electra's comment about not taking her for the jealous type. "Oh, but I am very much the jealous type," she responded. "I don't mind sharing you with others, but I definitely don't appreciate feeling ignored and abandoned."

She stepped closer, closing the distance until she was mere inches from Electra. Electra raised an amused eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

With a soft sigh, she reached up and gently tucked a loose strand of Uria's hair behind her ear. "If attention was what you wanted, you could have asked nicely," she said smoothly. "Involving innocent Seraphina was unnecessary."

Uria's sly smile deepened as she suddenly wrapped her arms around Electra's neck. "Well," she purred, "I didn't do anything to harm your new friend, so you have nothing to worry about."

Electra gently removed Uria's hands from around her neck, her eyes never leaving Uria's. "Where is she?" She asked firmly.

Uria tilted her head thoughtfully. "I'll tell you," she replied, "but only if you promise to help me cure my boredom."

A dark chuckle escaped Electra's lips. "Careful, Uria," she warned. "Don't cross the line."

"Or what?" Uria challenged.

Electra leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. "If you want to have fun with me, you'll have to get on your knees and beg for it. Not just for my attention, but also for my forgiveness for daring to mess with my person."

Uria sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "You're so demanding," she remarked.

For a moment, she seemed to be weighing her options, but eventually she lowered herself gracefully to her knees.

Electra watched with a satisfied smile, and while Uria remained kneeling, she reached out and lightly ran her fingers through Uria's hair, giving a slight, teasing tug. Uria closed her eyes briefly, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Now," Electra said firmly. "Where's Seraphina?"

Uria looked up, meeting Electra's eyes. "She's in one of the old storage rooms on the east wing," she admitted. "Unharmed, just as I promised."

Electra released her hold on Uria's hair and stepped back. "Good," she replied. "This will be the last time you involve her in your nonsense, Uria, and don't worry, I'll call for you sooner than you think."