Imposter

Hours ago...

Draven awoke from his morning nap, his wife still nestled in his arms, peacefully asleep. A gentle smile played on his lips as he observed her peaceful sleeping face, it was already way passed midday. But recognizing her weariness, he decided not to disturb her and let her sleep a little longer in his arms before evening when they would leave to Annalise' house. However, a faint tap on the door stirred him, prompting him to slip out of bed cautiously.

Opening the door, he was met by a maid, her expression revealing a sense of urgency. The palace had called for him. Despite his reluctance to leave his wife's side, he could tell it was an urgent matter, and Draven nodded in understanding. After a quick bath, Draven dressed in a loose black shirt and trousers. Before leaving, he presses a gentle kiss to his wife's forehead.

"Sleep well, my love. I'll be back soon."