“Lady.”
“Good morning, Lady.”
“Have a nice day, Lady.”
Raavi answered them with a smile, delighted with how she was being addressed, not thinking of correcting them at all. But it was also a constant reminder of the great role she has to play for her House.
Everything would finally fall down to its rightful place.
She walked the halls with head held high, passing Dragons who were unable to keep their eyes off of her—thrilled and primed on the sight of a bellien but holding themselves in as a sign of respect for both her and the King. So far, she has never been attacked and forced. With her wounds healing, they would not dare to add more.
Holding a basket filled with flowers, she was heading back to the King’s room. She finds that the man sleeps more peacefully with a fresh scent ling
