Draven, ever the master of intrigue, couldn't help but smirk at Alison's response. Her words sounded like sweet nothings, but the underlying tension between them was palpable. It was as if a devil had donned an angel's mask.
"I hope they won't disappoint me this time," Draven mused, his tone carrying a veiled threat, as if the consequences of any potential disappointment were dire.
"Yes, your majesty, I have full trust in my son," Alison assured him, her voice steady. She maintained her composure even in the face of Draven's thinly veiled mockery.
Draven sighed theatrically, his dark eyes never leaving Alison's face. With a hint of amusement, he added, "Let's see what he brings for me."
