Dravina POV
Ysolde led me to the dining room, but my stomach sank the moment I saw the table. Alpha Malrik was absent, and so was the man who had been with him the night before. Instead, seated and already halfway into their meal, were Gamma Ashuriel, Malrik’s aunt, and Zenovia.
I tamped down the urge to ask where Malrik was. Curiosity especially from someone like me would be seen as either overstepping or presumptuous. After the strained exchange at last night’s dinner, I knew better than to make waves.
Quietly, I slipped into the same chair I’d used before, next to Gamma Ashuriel, determined to keep my head down and remain courteous.
“Good morning, Madam,” I greeted Malrik’s aunt, giving her a respectful nod. Then to the Gamma, “Good morning,” and finally, turning to Zenovia, “Good m
