Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]-Chapter 68: Uria’s Jealousy

Third-person Pov

Uria's fingers tightened around her phone, her knuckles white with anger as she continued pacing her room. The pictures Keira had sent her only made her fury grow stronger, especially because in one of the pictures, Electra had her hand gently placed on Seraphina's head, and her lips curled into a smile so soft that Uria could barely recognize it.

That smile wasn't for her. It had never been for her, no matter how much she had tried to win Electra's attention.

Uria had always prided herself on being calm and composed, but tonight her emotions were like wildfire, consuming every ounce of rationality she had left.

The image of Electra's hand on Seraphina's head, coupled with that tender look in her eyes, played over and over in her mind and it was starting to taunt her terribly.

She stopped pacing and turned toward the full-length mirror in her room, and her reflection glared back at her, fiery and unrecognizable. Her jaw clenched, and she muttered under her breath, "This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm the one she's supposed to care about. Not that little girl."

Her relationship with Electra had always been complicated, especially because it was built on a foundation of dominance and desire—a power dynamic that heightened her infatuation.

Electra was untouchable, and Uria had reveled in being the one who could get close to her, even if it was never on her own terms. She couldn't deny that Electra's attention towards her had always been fleeting, but she had convinced herself it was because Electra was incapable of loving anyone—not because Electra didn't care about her.

She had to herself that she wasn't the problem, but now Seraphina had entered the picture, and Electra had changed.

She had observed from afar, and it had been subtle at first but now undeniable. Uria had noticed it in the way Electra looked at Seraphina, in the way she spoke about her, even in the way she defended her. The point it had become too glaring was when Electra suddenly announced she was a part of her archery team.

The Electra she knew wouldn't make such a reckless decision, adding a newbie to be a part of one of the most important tournaments in the Kingdom, but unfortunately, the Electra she knew was slowly becoming someone else, and she hated it.

And this morning, when Electra had called her Seraphina—her name—while they were together, Uria had felt her heart crack.

Even after leaving Electra's room, she had tried to dismiss it as a mistake, trying to convince herself that it had been a meaningless slip on Electra's part, but after finding out that Electra sneaked out of school with Seraphina earlier in the day, her suspicions became impossible to ignore.

Electra was definitely obsessed, and the recipient of that obsession wasn't her, but that good for nothing, Seraphina.

Turning abruptly, she faced Juria, who was lounging on the couch, arms crossed and an expression of irritation on her face.

Juria wasn't just another one of Uria's minions; she was her closest confidante, but despite their friendship, Juria always had a knack for remaining annoyingly indifferent when Uria was spiraling about Electra.

"Have you calmed down now?" Juria asked, raising an eyebrow. "You were stomping around so much earlier, and I thought you might throw something at me if I got involved. That's why I kept quiet."

Uria sighed, running a hand through her hair. "No, I haven't calmed down, Juria, and I won't until I figure out how to fix this."

Juria leaned back, clearly unbothered. "Fix what? Electra's got a new toy. Happens all the time. She gets interested, has her fun, and moves on. How is this any different?"

"This isn't just some passing fancy, Juri!" Uria snapped, grabbing her phone and shoving it in Juria's direction. "Look at these pictures! Look at the way she's looking at her!"

Juria reluctantly leaned forward, taking the phone from Uria and scrolling through the images.

"So?" she asked, handing the phone back. "Electra always has that smug, cocky look on her face. This doesn't prove anything."

"It's not the same," Uria insisted, her voice trembling with frustration. "I've never seen her look at anyone like this before. Not me. Not anyone."

Juria rolled her eyes, sitting up straight. "You're being dramatic, Uri. Electra goes through these phases all the time. You know her. She's incapable of falling for one person. She'll play around with this Seraphina girl for a few weeks, maybe a month, and then she'll get bored and move on to someone else. Just like always."

"No," Uria said firmly, shaking her head as she resumed her pacing. "This time is different. You didn't see the way she was acting around her. I did. She's fascinated by her, and if I don't do something about it now, that fascination is going to turn into something more."

Juria let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Fine," she said. "Let's say you're right. Let's say Electra is actually interested in this Seraphina girl in a way that's more than just her usual game. What exactly do you plan to do about it? You can't just waltz up to Electra and demand she stops liking her."

Uria stopped pacing, turning to Juria with a scowl. "That doesn't matter, Juri," she snapped. "I'd rather Electra stay alone for the rest of her life than have her attention stolen by some little nobody."

Juria arched a brow. "But you do realize you can't control her feelings, right? People like who they like."

Uria's eyes narrowed. "I can't control who Electra likes, no, but I can control how easy or difficult life becomes for any bitch who tries to take what's mine."

Juria tilted her head, her expression growing skeptical. "What are you thinking of doing, Uria? And please don't say something reckless."

A wicked smile spread across Uria's face, one that made Juria's stomach twist uneasily. "I think we should leak the pictures."

Juria sat up straighter; her frown deepened. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Uria resumed her pacing, her mind working furiously. "Electra has plenty of enemies at Elysium, sweetheart. Students who are dying for the chance to find a weakness of hers, no matter how small. If they see those pictures of her and Seraphina together, they'll think Seraphina is her new soft spot, and you know what happens then."

Juria's expression darkened as understanding dawned. "You're talking about putting a target on Seraphina's back."

"Exactly," Uria said, stopping mid-step and turning to Juria, her smile widening. "If half the school starts tossing her around like the ragdoll she is, she'll be so terrified she'll never want to be near Electra again. Problem solved. Electra's little fascination dies out before it even gets serious, and I wouldn't even have to lift a finger to get rid of the kid myself."