I scoffed at her words. Did she honestly think that was true? Valkanor was already thriving in agriculture. The only reason Drevon accepted supplies was to try new ingredients, and as a bonus for the long winter, so that the farmers would be on break until the spring season.
They are so full of themselves, even in Lycan's land, they dare say such.
"Your Majesty. They are being disrespectful," Ravyn said with bloodlust screaming in her eyes.
"Calm yourself, Ravyn."
She sighed, closing her eyes briefly. "Forgive me, Your Majesty, I know they are your family and my words may have—"
"Family?" I questioned with a frown. "Don't ever say that to my face again."
"Apologies."
"They are simply guests from Beloria, nothing more." I glanced back at the window. "And we shall treat them as they are."
Ravyn smiled. "Certainly."
