Syria’s POV
“Lady Syria,” a servant announced from outside the door, “Sir Kael requests your presence.”
“Alright.”
I stood up, smoothed my dress, and approached the door.
The moment I walked into the hallway, I noticed Kael waiting only a few steps ahead.
However, he was not by himself.
Next to him stood two individuals, one of whom seemed somewhat recognizable, and he instantly drew my attention.
That man… I knew him.
He was the elder brother of Kael.
Kael grinned while he motioned to them.
“Oh, Syria. I’m happy you’re here. Come, allow me to introduce my brother to you. I think you both have encountered each other previously, during his visit to your tribe, right?"
I offered a courteous nod, not sure of what else to express.
“And this,” Kael went on, glancing at the woman nex
