CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
ADRIAN’S POV
The voice continues, sharp and hurried.
“We will have to—”
The words die in the air.
“Good day, Your Majesty. I trust you have been well.”
I turn, already schooling my expression.
Queen Ravenna stands behind me, composed and regal, her presence commanding silence. Her eyes are observant, intelligent—too sharp to miss anything.
I let out a soft chuckle. “I have been well, my queen. And yourself?”
“I am fine,” she answers, her gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary.
Footsteps rustle nearby.
Katerina and her lady-in-waiting, Cassia, step out from their hiding place. Shock flashes across Katerina’s face before she masks it. Her hand immediately settles on her swollen belly, fingers splayed protectively.
“My king,” she says, her voic
