In truth, Raven was far from calm despite his composed exterior. When the bedroom door closed and he was alone in the privacy of his room, a different expression finally slipped across his face.
The scene in the hallway replayed in his mind once more. On one side was a noble, dignified figure; on the other, a small, humble one. The stark contrast stabbed into Raven’s eyes like a sharp thorn, filling him with an unbearable discomfort. Turning a noble princess into a lowly servant, wasn’t that exactly what he had wanted? So why did a pang of bitterness swell in his chest? Was he feeling sympathy for her? That kind of emotion had no place in his heart, not for the daughter of the man who had murdered his father.
Raven stood motionless by the window for a long while. The cold night breeze ru
