"We are here under the queen's orders," Vera said, her voice firm but measured. She wasn't about to be intimidated, not even by a man like Garren. "We require an audience with Lord Draven."
Garren nodded slightly, though his expression remained unreadable beneath his visor. "I understand the importance of your mission, Lady Vera," he said, his tone respectful yet unyielding. "However, Lord Draven is not in the best of health at the moment. He has been through consecutive trials—the royal banquet and the subjugation of the Goblin King in the northern Icevern territory have taken their toll on him."
Modric's expression darkened immediately, his brow furrowing in frustration. "This is an order from Her Majesty, the Queen," he snapped, his voice sharp with irritation. "It must be carried out without delay."
