Chapter 261

Third Person's POV

Dravos sat slumped in the leather armchair of his penthouse study, the muted glow of Ebonmoor City outside casting long shadows across the room. The stack of glossy profiles on the mahogany table felt like knives pressing against his chest. Every time he glanced at them, the frustration gnawed deeper.

Morwena, his mother, hovered beside him, a picture of forced optimism. "Dravos