The moment she stepped inside the throne room, Raavi could immediately feel the tension inside. Gazes darted her way as she threaded the aisle at a slow pace, purposely walking slowly so as not to stumble, her steps echoing through the vast chamber. Whispers dying as she passes each Dragon. She held her posture steady, refusing to show any sign of discomfort despite the scrutiny. As she approached the dais where Santinious sat upon the throne, flanked by servants and Dragons alike who are making certain that he’s comfortable, Raavi was hesitating whether she should continue on or not.
“Come here, Lady Raavi.”
It was the King who helped her decide.
Evadne, who was leaning by the King and handing a glass of drink, squinted at her, certainly ridiculing her inside her thoughts. Eventually,
