Draco.
By the time dinner was served, Draco was already seated in the grand dining hall. The weather was a bit frosty tonight which made the servants light the fireplace.
The embers crackled and flung into the air, glistening. The warmth that oozed from the fireplace spread around the room.
Draco had already planned out how this dinner would go and he won’t spare anyone’s feelings. Intimacy or not.
He allowed the servants to fill up the goblets with wine and once his was filled, he helped himself with a sip. This dinner was definitely just between him, Edrand, and Isolde.
Alfos had made it clear he’d occupy himself with something else.
Great! It wasn’t helping matter that Alfos hated Edrand. The male is his damn mate! Draco growled, burning his gaze over the candles on the table
