Evander's POV
The banquet was winding down. People were still laughing and drinking, but the energy had changed. The lively celebration was giving way to something… quieter.
As I stood by the head table, watching Ravena leave with the servant, my chest felt tight.
I did not like not knowing what they were discussing. But I forced myself to stay calm.
"Evander."
I turned to see my brother standing beside me. His expression was calm, but his eyes were sharp and observant.
"It looks like mother is quite interested in the young princess," he remarked casually.
I nodded slowly. "It certainly seems so."
"She has been asking about her," Alaric continued. "About her accomplishments. Her character. Her future."
I felt a knot form in my jaw. "Has she, now?”
"Yes," he smirked. “I imagine t
