Queen Azshara ultimately failed to get her way. Her dream of becoming a Divine Queen with real power still showed no substantive progress.
However, what comforted her was that at least her private relationship with Titan Sarodar had gradually begun to normalize, no longer as distorted and strange as before.
Light of Lights was naturally very shrewd. She spent a great deal of effort analyzing the personality and preferences of this Titan God-Emperor, then catered to them, turning herself—from her behavior and speech to her very personality—into the type of woman the Titan liked.
Thus, Queen Azshara, this Light of Lights, had no fixed personality. She could be innocent or seductive; everything changed in service of her own ambitions.
And it had worked remarkably well. Whenever Sarodar held a private gathering now, he liked to bring her along.
Well, although this Titan's private gatherings always seemed inseparable from roadside food stalls.
Tasteless? Tasteless.
Was she still going? She was.
So it did not matter. As long as Sarodar gradually began trusting her, it was all worth it. If he liked squatting by the roadside and devouring wolf meat skewers, then she would accompany him. Damn it, she refused to believe she could not win him over.
But Queen Azshara had overlooked one thing: while catering to someone else, she was changing herself as well.
She did not know when it had begun, but she had grown accustomed to being a member of the Chancellor's Council. Every day, she sat in that circular council chamber she had long grown tired of and argued endlessly with her political enemies. Aside from Elisande, none of them could match her—and she rather enjoyed the thrill of crushing them.
In the past, Queen Azshara would surely have scoffed at these lowborn Night Elves of the