Malrik POV
The moment Dravina told me everything that had unfolded in my absence, fury burned through me. From forcing her way into my chambers, to declaring Zenovia as Luna and forbidding the staff from serving Dravina, Dashira had shattered every boundary without hesitation.
She had gone too far this time, and I wasn’t about to overlook it. But I had to keep my rage on a leash.
Dravina had pleaded with me to stay calm, to approach this with clarity rather than fire. I owed her that. The last thing I wanted was to come off unhinged especially in front of her.
When breakfast arrived, the staff was all smiles and syrupy politeness, as if the day before had been some collective fever dream. It was almost comical, their attempt to erase the sheer disrespect with a tray of food and forced
