Third Person
The moment the Dravaren royals stepped onto the soil of Silverreach, things took a drastic change, and everyone noticed. The servants now bowed lower, the nobles smiled wider, and every prince suddenly remembered how to act like family—most importantly, Prince Marcus.
The banquet was still on when a servant brought a tray of refilled champagne, and the moment Rain reached for a new glass, Marcus suddenly walked up from behind.
"You don't have to serve Rain more; he is sick and shouldn't be drinking much."
Rain raised an eyebrow. Even his mate hadn't stepped up to stop him yet, and Marcus suddenly dared.
"Last I checked, you do not know me enough to know what is good for my health and what not," Rain snapped. He had drunk two glasses already, and his patience was now nothing but a thin line. Patience wasn't a virtue he cared for at this point.
"I am your elder brother, Rain, and it is just right for me to care about you. I mean, if I don't, who else would?"
