Behind her, Kyllian shifted. Stiffened. His wolf side bristled at the gesture—Luciver's hands on Ravena's shoulders. His eyes narrowed.
Luciver, however, didn't even flinch. Werewolves. Always so dramatic. Did they think he was going to suddenly throw the queen over his shoulder and disappear into the shadows? Honestly.
"We made preparations for your stay," Luciver continued smoothly, dragging Kyllian's attention back to civility. "The guest castle is available for as long as you need it."
Ravena blinked, her brow rising. "The... guest castle? I was hoping to stay with my daughter."
Luciver faltered for just half a second—a rare misstep for the king of calculated grace. "Uh… okay. No problems," he replied, recovering swiftly.
But his eyes flicked toward Damien. Damien, just a step behind his future mother-in-law, didn't speak. Instead, he made a subtle slicing gesture near his neck.
