Draven ordered looking at the man before going back to sit in the high seat. Harrow's eyes turned wide at the command and he raised his head to look at the king.
"Milord, that will not be necessary, I had made arrangement. There will be a party in my house tomorrow, I have come to formally invite you so you can have the whole time to see and talk to my daughter. I believe you will take back your word in considering the outcast as your bride," said the man where cold sweat was starting to form around the cranny of his neck from facing the Lycan King.
"Is that so," Draven smiled, his eyes still on Jalen, and the knight straightened as if ready to fulfill the order, the king removed his gaze from the knight to look at the lord, "What did you just call her again, Harrow?" questioned Draven in a flat voice.
