"Yes, young master," Santino answered, confirming he was the one who left the knock at the door. "His Majesty's butler wishes to see you."
Draven wrinkled his brows. "My father's butler?" He advanced to the door, grabbed the handle, and opened it.
Avelina peered intently, wondering what could be going on.
"Good morning, young master. I hope you are well." At the sight of him, Aldéric bowed with his hand to his chest.
Draven's expression stiffened. "What do you want?"
Aldéric straightened up and proceeded to respond, "His Majesty has asked me to relay a message to you."
"The first prince's request concerning the duel has been granted by his majesty, and it is to be held tomorrow at the tournament hall. Seven…p.m." He smiled.
"Oh." Draven's expression was blank. "Okay."
