Ember Frost’s POV
I turned to Orion, confused. Noticing my expression, he explained calmly, “A long time ago, when the Northern Duke was in love with the life-weaver witch, she used to make him spiced tea pastries. It became their thing, a symbol of their connection. Since then, he’s always loved them, and to this day, he won’t turn them down.”
I paused, trying to grasp the meaning of his words. “That means he’s asking for help, just not directly. His strange behavior is his way of sending a signal?”
Orion nodded. “Exactly. His strange behavior is his way of reaching out.”
He paused, then added, his tone more serious now, “What’s worse is that even though Alina isn’t around, the Northern Duke still can’t speak freely. Either Alina is keeping an eye on him, or he’s too afraid to risk t
