Raven's pov The palace was filled with noise. Servants rushed around,carrying trays of food, baskets of flowers, and stacks of gold-rimmed plates. The scent of roasted meat drifted from the kitchens while the guards moved around trying to keep order.Draven’s wife, Lady Helena, stood in the middle of the hall, her sharp eyes darting from one servant to another. She pointed at the curtains with anger.“Those drapes are crooked. Fix them. And the flowers—do they look like they belong in a palace or a cheap market?” she snapped, her voice ringing with disapproval.The servants bowed quickly and adjusted everything in haste. Still, nothing seemed to please her.Draven entered the hall just then, the servants bowed their heads in respect as he walked past them. His eyes swept over the decorations, his face twisting into irritation.“This is unacceptable,” he growled. “This is supposed to be a celebration, not a village feast.”Lady Helena let out a scoff, disbelief etched on her face. “Th
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