Chapter 68
Draven's pov
The celebration roared around me, cheers and laughter filling the hall, but it all felt distant. Like I was trapped underwater—slow and heavy, my mind unable to process everything at once. The energy of the room didn’t reach me. My focus was entirely on the two little girls clinging to me as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
They were small, barely coming up to my waist, and their bright eyes—wide with innocence and curiosity—bore into me. Their golden curls, so identical, so striking, framed their delicate faces. I felt frozen, like time had stopped for just the three of us.
"Did you win, Mr. Draven?" one of them asked, her voice soft but clear, carrying a curious, almost reverent tone.
I blinked down at her, forcing myself to respond. My lip
