LADY BAEVERA
I entered the exclusive chamber.
Four males sat at the curved cushioned setting with Philip, drinking and speaking in the relaxed manner of nobles who had nothing better to do than pass time.
There was Baron James, his ever-hedonistic companion Merchant Kane, a familiar face whose name escaped me, and—
I halted, frowning.
Revandrel was seated directly beside my betrothed.
Of course he would be here to torment me. Why had I not anticipated that?
Revandrel appeared deep in casual conversation with Philip, but the moment our eyes met, he gave me that infuriating smirk of his that was so smug and self-satisfied.
“Ah! The lady of the evening arrives,” Merchant Kane announced cheerfully, lifting his goblet of ale to clink it against the baron’s. “James, your favourite girl
