Ravena's POV Evander came home late from his duties that evening, tired and cold, and after he had washed and eaten I told him all about the match I had helped arrange for Liora.He listened with a small smile growing on his face, and when I had finished he nodded, well pleased."Kaelen," he said. "The Queen's youngest nephew. Yes. I know the boy a little, and I think it's a fine thing." He leaned back. "They are much alike, those two, that is the truth of it. Both gentle. Both quick to laugh. Both a little soft-hearted, a little shy, neither one of them hungry for grandeur the way half the court is. He won't try to rule her and she won't try to rule him. They are cut from the same cloth, and that's worth more in a marriage than any title. They will suit each other well." He reached over and took my hand. "You did a good thing, arranging it, and a clever one, talking my mother round. I heard she wanted the elder brother.""She did. But she came round.""Because you showed her how." H
Read more