For the second time in a month, I find myself struggling to open the throne room doors.
Truly, they are heavier than necessary.
I grunt before using my whole body to swing the door open and enter a bit too late Into a feud I
am clearly too late to stop.
Draven looks up with potent anger in his eyes, but his gaze softens ever so slightly upon seeing
me.
He doesn't say a word, but holds his arm out instead.
I walk over and tuck myself under in like I so often find myself doing and watch Ari who is
being held back by Kairon scowling.
"You treat her like a dog," he spits as another guard confiscates his sword.
"Don't you see Luca? I never did that and I never will!"
I flinch back at the accusation in his tone and Draven's nails dig into my skin for a Moment.
Kairon looks be
