Ravena's POV
I leaned back in my chair, letting the noise of the banquet wash over me. The laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. It all felt distant, like I was watching it from somewhere far away.
My eyes drifted across the room, taking in faces. Officials. Warriors. People I knew and people I did not. All of them celebrating. All of them happy.
And then my gaze landed on Garrick Throne.
He stood near the entrance, his face red and twisted with rage. His eyes swept the room until they found me. And when they did, they burned.
Pure hatred.
I met his gaze without flinching. Without emotion. Just stared back at him, calm and unbothered.
For a moment, we just looked at each other. A silent battle of wills.
Then I saw the hesitation and the fear.
His eyes flicked to King Alar
