That night, long after the banquet ended and the palace had fallen silent, King Ravik didn't retire to his chambers. Instead, he made his way to his private study.
Inside, Ravik sank into his chair with a low exhale of irritation. "Hmm… how dare he crawl back here," he muttered darkly. "That useless omega. Does he really think I wouldn't recognize him just because of that pathetic disguise?" He chuckled under his breath, fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk.
The hooded figure bowed lower. "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
Ravik didn't answer immediately, instead, his gaze drifted toward the window where moonlight spilled faintly across the floor. After a pause, a smirk curled his lips. "Tell me… do you think that scoundrel of a king in Evadene knows who that omega really is?"
