As the door opened, what Adrian expected to be a cozy atmosphere instead revealed a long, dimly lit gallery stretching ahead.
The corridor was silent, shadows stretching across the wooden floor. Four maids stood along the walls, two on each side, their heads respectfully bowed.
"Did you need anything, Your Majesty?" one of them asked softly.
Raven didn't answer immediately. She walked past them with a graceful yet cold composure before replying, "Just prepare dinner—and don't disturb us."
The maids silently dispersed, vanishing into the darkness.
Adrian blinked. Your Majesty?
"So…" he began carefully, "you're the Queen?"
Her room earlier had carried an air of nobility, but he hadn't imagined she was actually the head of a nation.
Raven gave a half-smile, her tone casual. "Yeah, something like that."
