As Draven reached Logan and his, Logan bowed to him once again. "Logan of the White Tiger Clan greets His Majesty."
Draven accepted it with a nod while the others left the two to talk.
Logan's curt voice rang out. "I believe His Majesty enjoyed the festival."
As they were by themselves, Draven instructed him, "You can drop formalities.'
Logan nodded and commented, "I didn't expect a day would come when I'll see you attending this festival with a mate."
"Unexpected things happen. I still don't expect you to have one."
"Who wants the trouble anyways?"
Draven glanced at Ember who was talking to her servants and enjoying the refreshment that had been brought to their table. "I don't think it's trouble."
"For me, it is. Females find me scary anyways so it's fair game. Trouble stays away from me on its own."
Draven scoffed. "You are scary. Don't blame those females for their instinct's judgment."
