Draven.
I almost laughed.
"That would defeat the entire point of the undertaking, Beta Gabriel. You don't get to put the blame on me while simultaneously binding me to a guarantee I can't reasonably give. Not in Duskmoor."
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "If you can't guarantee their safety, then why take my daughter there at all?"
I met his stare without blinking. "Meredith is my wife. She's there because she belongs there—with me. Your other children are not. You are the one insisting on sending them into the lion's den."
The smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of irritation. He tried again. "Then at least guarantee that they will remain within your estate grounds unless necessary."
"No," I said flatly. "I won't have my hands tied by a list of conditions designed to shift responsibility back onto me. You either sign the agreement as I've stated, or your son and daughter remain in Stormveil. Your choice."
