**Innermore—Mattia Turzo**
"I've always wanted to express my gratitude to you." Rowan said, the words sounding quite sincere, "But you were always confined to the Queen's Quarters so I never had the chance. But now it seems you're so free to roam about. Even in… men's wear."
Ember frowned at him, sensing a mild threat there. "Cadet Prince, should you be in Thalor's Capital? Last I checked, an invitation has not yet been issued to the Drayvens. And seeing how you keep tugging down your hood, I can bet my life that you're here without authorization."
His eyes smoldered in amusement, and he stared around them as if checking for spies. He then turned to her. "I wasn't threatening you," he said with a shrug, "I merely found it curious that you're here."
