Modric’s POV
Alpha Lucian Draven arrived at Ironclaw shortly before noon.
He came with only four guards, one trade adviser, and a single carriage carrying Frostfang records. No ceremonial banners announced his entrance. No military escort surrounded him. He rode through the eastern gate as though entering a territory where he expected welcome rather than suspicion.
Calm.
Confident.
Prepared.
I watched from the upper courtyard beside Kylian while Lucian dismounted.
His pale coat carried the Frostfang crest at the shoulder. His dark hair was tied away from his face, and the faint smile he wore looked exactly as it had during his first visit.
Too relaxed.
Mary Ann stood near the main entrance with the alliance trade representatives. She wore a deep purple dress beneath a fitted cloak
