[Meredith].
I chuckled softly and glanced back toward the path we had come from.
"I think we need to get back now," I told Draven. "The entire house should be awake by now. And we don't want to miss breakfast with your father—especially since we missed dinner yesterday."
He nodded without argument and turned, leading the way back toward the estate.
We entered through the back door. A few servants were already up and about, carrying linens and trays. They paused the moment they saw us and bowed deeply.
I offered a polite nod in return, still not entirely used to how instinctively everyone deferred.
Draven and I took the elevator up to our floor and freshened up together, the routine comfortable, unspoken. When we were done, I tied my hair back and glanced at him.
"I haven't seen Xamira since we got back," I said. "I will go get her for breakfast."
He leaned down, kissed my forehead, and smiled. "Go ahead."
