Ravena's POV
At that moment, the sound of my own heartbeat filled my ears. His light brown eyes made me uneasy, and I hated how I suddenly gasped.
He looked so different from the boy I had heard about in my father’s stories. A beard now adorned his chin, his hair tied back at the nape of his neck, but his aura had not changed. He still carried the air of someone born to command. Steady, solemn, untouchable.
“This is a battlefield, Lady Ravena,” he muttered. “It is no place for you.”
“I… I know it's dangerous, but I am not here to watch from the sidelines. I carry valuable information, and if I don’t tell you about it, more of your men will bleed.”
Whispers spread among the guards. Some looked at me with pity, others with suspicion. But I held my head high and forced my voice to stay
