LADY BAEVERA
Revandrel was glaring at me again.
One would think he would be thoroughly enjoying himself this evening, after all, he orchestrated this entire setup.
Bringing my betrothed to his pleasure house, seating himself beside us. Exchanging lively conversations with Philip as though they were long-lost comrades, doing his best to torment me throughout the night. And yet, he did not appear to be having fun.
After the initial discussions died down Philip turned his full attention to me while the others launched into serious talks about harbor tariffs and trade routes, leaving Revandrel’s scowls to become more frequent, pointed straight at me like targeted arrows.
I knew, of course, that it had to do with resurrecting the past, about Yesta. The reminder must have really angered h
