Serena laughed at something Verec had said earlier, some dry remark about owls choosing mates better than most wolves. He had a way of seeming harmless, almost bumbling, but she'd caught the sidelong glances he'd given Riven throughout the afternoon. Those were clear quiet assessments he was giving. Gentle nudges that never quite crossed into scrutiny. It made her wonder what exactly had they discussed before stepping into the garden?
"It is a fine day to stay at the castle," Darius said, voice warm with that practiced calm of his.
Riven gave a low chuckle and nodded. "Indeed it is. I suppose fate decided we needed a moment of stillness after so many thorns and stone paths."
Verec snorted, patting his knee. "Speak for yourself. I haven't had tea this fine in weeks. This is practically a diplomatic miracle."
