Dravina POV
I had barely returned to my chamber after a long day exploring the city with Aveline when a soft knock tapped against the door. The sound was hesitant, almost apologetic.
It couldn’t be Malrik this was his room as much as mine, and he never bothered with permission. I doubted it was Aveline either; she never knocked unless it was urgent. And Zenovia was out of the question, not while she was imprisoned. Dashira came to mind, but after the debacle at breakfast, I couldn’t imagine her daring to face me so soon.
“Come in,” I called, curiosity prickling through me.
The door eased open, and to my surprise, Ysolde stepped inside. She looked freshly bathed, her damp hair falling loosely about her shoulders. Her uniform was pressed to perfection, her posture composed, yet her prese
