DRAVON’S POV
I followed the guards as they led me toward the main garden.
The night air was cool, brushing against my skin, but my mind was far from calm. I couldn’t help but wonder what Sylthara wanted this time.
We walked in silence for a while before I saw her.
She was pacing back and forth, restless, like something was weighing heavily on her.
The moment she sensed us, she stopped and turned. A smirk touched her lips as she began walking toward me.
“You may leave us,” she said.
The guards bowed and left without hesitation. The moment their footsteps faded into the distance, the air shifted.
“Dravon…” she began softly. “You came.”
“Say what you called me for,” I replied
Her expression faltered for a second, but she quickly recovered.
“You always do that,” she said quietly. “Y
