Chapter 78
Varin’s POV
I sat in the dimly lit room, fingers tapping against the wooden table as I thought. Draven had won. That much was clear. But the coronation hadn’t happened yet. And until the crown was on his head, nothing was final.
The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. The scent of burning wood filled the air, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside me. The taste of defeat was bitter, but I refused to swallow it just yet.
Across from me, Rivara lounged in her chair, her legs elegantly crossed, swirling a glass of wine in her hand. She looked amused, a small smirk playing at the corner of her lips, but I knew her well enough to see the sharpness in her gaze. She wasn’t as relaxed as she seemed. She was thinking, just like
