Ember's gaze was only on Draven. Just as they reached each other, her senses were suddenly brought back to reality when she heard the man next to her mate speak while bowing to her.
"Etorn from the White Tiger Clan greets His Majesty's mate."
"Uhm, nice to meet you, Sir Etorn."
Ember didn't know how to respond so she simply offered a light courteous smile. She subtly glanced at Draven, silently asking if her response was proper, but the King had no change in his expression. His gaze was simply fixed at his mate.
The man with white hair, despite looking to be in his mid-thirties, straightened his bulky body. He was wearing clothes made of animal hide with a pattern of black long patches on wide cloth which resembled white tigers' appearance- an opened front waistcoat, a knee-length long skirt which was secured with a leather belt and boots.
