Draven wrapped his hair in a low bun. He exited the mansion, got into his car, and drove off to make his way back to the royal mansion.
He arrived shortly and parked the car. He stepped down, locking it and shoving the keys into the pocket of his coat.
Draven proceeded into his quarter and approached his room. At the sight of him, Santino slightly bowed.
"Welcome back, young master." He had a pessimistic smile.
Draven gave a slight nod. "Is she alright?" he inquired.
"Yes, young master," Santino replied. "She seems to be asleep."
"Asleep?" Draven was a bit surprised. It was morning. Avelina never sleeps in the morning unless it was with him.
Santino smiled, saddened.
"She looked for you, young master. But unfortunately, you were not around. May I ask if everything is alright?" He seemed apprehensive.
