Malrik POV

I kept the fight from Dravina.

Every guard, every servant, even Tavian himself had my order: silence. Not a word about what had happened. I wouldn’t have her worrying over a mess she hadn’t caused, wouldn’t let guilt sink its claws into her. And for a while, it worked. The days that followed were quiet almost blissful.

She moved through the house like sunlight. Bright. Unburdened. Each day she brought me small stories from her own corners of peace curious details from her ...