Ariana’s POV
“Miss Ariana?”
The maid’s voice was soft, hesitant. My gaze shifted toward her, my expression calm but distant.
“Yes?” I asked.
“I’m sorry to disturb your thinking, miss,” she said, hands clasped nervously, “but… you haven’t given me a response yet.”
I blinked slowly, dragging my attention back from my thoughts. “Who is the person?”
“Well…” she hesitated, “I was told the person prefers to see you directly, rather than send an announcement. Instead, I was asked to come with a plea.”
A quiet sigh escaped my lips. With these signs, I didn't need much to already guess who it was. Only one person would have the audacity to send a request like that—Ruben.
Of course.
Now that I was in the warriors’ barracks, a five-minute visit wasn’t much of a stretch. He could come, say wh
