Chapitre 466: The Sisters' Shock

The morning sunlight spilled through the wide windows of the Drakhan mansion's smaller lounge, painting the space in warm gold and soft shadows. The faint aroma of tea lingered in the air as Tiara and Clara sat across from each other, their porcelain cups clinking faintly with each tentative sip.

Tiara broke the silence first, her voice hushed but heavy with disbelief.

"I… I ended up talking a lot with him."

Clara, sitting rigid in her seat, looked up sharply, the delicate spoon she had been stirring pausing mid-circle.

"M-me too!" she burst out, eyes wide. "Who knew Draven could actually hold a conversation without scaring us to death?"

Both sisters stared at each other, bewildered and slightly embarrassed, their minds replaying the evening like a strange dream. Tiara set her cup down with more force than intended, the soft clatter breaking the stillness.