“I was on my way back to the royal estate, but when I heard what happened here, I thought I should stop by and see it for myself. I’m fortunate to cross paths with you, My King,” Lady Ava said politely as she approached, her steps light, her poise flawless. She came to stand beside him, her presence calm yet commanding.
“The yearly hunt is approaching,” she continued. “The Queen Mother has asked me to assist in the preparations.” She paused, inhaling slowly before adding, “Should I include your breeder in the list? Do you intend to bring her to the event?”
Gavriel’s brow furrowed. Her voice carried no trace of malice—calm, composed, and perfectly polite. Ava was always like that: refined, proper, and steady no matter the situation. It was no secret that many desired their union. To every
