Daphne felt deeply aggrieved.
Her parents felt even more aggrieved.
They had already had their third child, and even had a granddaughter.
Yet their eldest daughter was still single.
"What's wrong?" John asked, looking at Daphne in surprise.
For a moment, Daphne had no idea where to begin.
John rubbed his chin. "Just as I thought, sleeping on a desk is too uncomfortable."
Daphne wanted to tell him that wasn't the reason, but seeing how serious he looked, she couldn't bring herself to say it.
They finally had some time alone together.
"You've grown taller, Daphne," John remarked.
Daphne was tall and slender, with long golden hair and an exquisitely beautiful face.
In the Wizarding Kingdom, she and Pheobe were known as its most beautiful women.
Greengrass commanded the Wizarding Kingdom's underwater forces.
Both power and beauty belonged to this woman.
In the ocean depths, she led the Undersea Fleet on patrols and escorted cargo.
She was even called the Queen of the Deep.
Yet at that moment, this queen could barely find her words.
Facing John, she felt as though she had become a Slytherin student again.
That proud Daphne, with her conflicted nature and all the words she couldn't say.
They talked about many things there, but never touched on the one thing that mattered most.
The troubles beneath the sea caused by the Wizarding Kingdom's expansion.
Namor, a nation whose people could survive underwater.
The Wizarding Kingdom had established trade with Namor.
That had also brought them something important.
Vibranium.
"I thought Wakanda was the only place that had this."
John stood very close to Daphne, whose flushed cheeks might have been from the alcohol-or something else.
He carefully examined the necklace made of vibranium.
As a versatile metal, vibranium wasn't necessarily more useful to the Wizarding