Ravena's POV
I stood outside Evander's tent, patiently waiting. The fabric walls shifted slightly in the evening breeze, and I could see shadows moving inside. Two figures were visible, one unmistakably Evander and the other Bastian.
I crossed my arms and took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous energy buzzing through me. I had come here with a purpose, something important that needed to be said. But I would have to wait until Bastian left.
After what felt like forever, the tent flap opened. Bastian stepped out, his face serious and carefully blank. His eyes met mine for just a moment, and I saw something there. Something knowing. Almost amused.
Then he gestured towards the entrance. "The prince will see you now, General."
I nodded and stepped past him, ducking through the open
