Aurelia's fingers tightened around the collar of my coat, her eyes blazing with anger—an anger that soon gave way to something else. I watched her expression shift, the fury softening into something more vulnerable, something pleading. Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped me, and for the first time since I'd met her, I saw Aurelia without the mask of fire and sharp words. There was desperation in her eyes, a raw, unguarded look that made me pause.
"Please, Draven," she said, her voice low, almost cracking. "Just tell me the truth. This... Is a comman from your queen..."
Somehow, she start referring me as Draven.
Of course.
I no longer see the point of hiding my identity to her, so I dropped the facade, and Aurelia is a genius. It would be easy for her to piece up the puzzles.
