Chapitre 467: The Chilly Guest

Clara's breath hitched. She leaned closer to Tiara, whispering frantically. "Look at her face."

Sophie's expression was as neutral as a seasoned knight's should be, but her eyes burned with unmistakable hatred. Every word she spoke seemed to carry a barely restrained bitterness.

Tiara nodded, her eyes wide. "She… hates him. Why?"

"Didn't he obsess over her before?" Clara whispered back. "Pulled all kinds of strings to get engaged to her. Then broke it off."

Tiara shook her head. "I thought we were going to have a war with the Iceverns over that. But somehow, Draven's still in good graces with the Duke."