"I know," Iva said. "And I would like to keep it that way. For now."
The king frowned slightly. "What about your role as the Messenger? How will you fulfill your duties if no one knows who you are?"
Iva smiled.
It was a small smile, quiet but sure.
"I will complete it as we discussed before. It's just that I will communicate the pairings to Caleb, and he can organize to convey the matchings after. For those willing to accept them."
The queen leaned forward, her brow furrowed. "Why the secrecy? Being the Messenger is the highest form of respect. The packs would honor you. Celebrate you."
Iva's smile widened, just a little.
"I know," she said softly. "But I want to adjust slowly to my role before becoming a public figure. As I will already be under scrutiny as Caleb's mate... I am awa
