"Raven!" Mana called loudly, waving her arms at the boy practising with his sword.
The boy put down his sword and turned to smile at her. King Jaren had asked him if he preferred to call himself Naver or Raven, and after much thought, he'd chosen the latter. For one, he wanted to keep the identity of Naver, the poison expert, as a secret.
"I'll take care of that," King Jaren has promised him. "Other than myself, Mana and Jules, no one will remember that you are Naver from tomorrow morning. You'll be Prince Raven, who has kindly agreed to come and treat Princess Mana in response to my request. You met with a mishap on your journey, and luckily, Jules found you, and then Mana brought both of you here."
"What about Physician Kale, Grandpa and Grandma?" Mana had asked.
