[Third Person].
Randall led Rosalie straight into one of the receiving chambers.
The door closed behind them, and silence fell between them. Rosalie stood calmly, while Randall kept his distance, his expression dark and unreadable.
Not long after, the door opened again, and Draven walked in. Both Randall and Rosalie bowed.
"Your Majesty."
Draven acknowledged them with a slight nod, then his gaze shifted first to his father, then paused briefly on the healing cut along Randall's face.
He took a step closer, his expression unreadable. "What happened to your face?" he asked.
Randall's jaw tightened slightly. The question clearly unsettled him, though he tried not to show it.
"It's nothing," he said shortly. "You need not concern yourself with it."
Draven held his gaze for a second, then nodded as if accepting the answer. "Very well."
He did not press further. Instead, he moved past it entirely. "What about her belongings?" he asked.
