Raven’s POV
The fire crackled in the hearth, casting long shadows that danced across the cold stone walls of my chamber. The only sounds were the occasional pop of the flames and the soft rustle of parchment as I reviewed the latest reports.
My thoughts were preoccupied, spinning with the latest developments.
The door creaked open with a low groan, and Gregor entered with the spy I had sent to watch Elara.
The spy knelt before me, head bowed low, his posture rigid with respect. His silence only served to fuel my growing impatience.
“Report,” I commanded, my voice low and filled with controlled anger.
“My Lord,” the spy said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Luca… he has been attacked. Stabbed with a poisoned dagger. He is gravely wounded but alive. He will not be able to continu
