Maxime arched an eyebrow in surprise.
"Save Aveline?"
"Aveline needed saving?"
"She's Count Ardan's principal heir, and even without that, she's still a chevalier."
Maxime couldn't understand how Aveline could have been in danger.
Dorian nodded, his gaze darkening.
He gulped down the rest of the wine in his glass, set it down and leaned back in his chair, looking up at the wooden ceiling.
"The wedding wasn't meant to seal a lasting alliance between our families. My father had an entirely different plan."
Maxime went and sat down opposite Dorian.
He had a feeling this was destined to be a long night.
"Another plan?"
Noticing that Maxime had sat down in front of him, Dorian stood up and took a glass of wine from a cupboard.
Then he set the glass down in front of Maxime.
"A glass of wine?" asked Dorian as he took the bottle and temporarily ignored Maxime's question.
