The moment the name left Lucavion's lips, Corvina stilled.
Aeliana.
Where had she heard that name before?
Why did it feel like something important, like a half-forgotten truth resting just beyond her grasp?
Her gaze flickered toward the woman—Aeliana—who met her stare without hesitation, her amber eyes sharp and unwavering.
And it was in that moment, as their eyes locked, that recognition struck like lightning.
Corvina inhaled sharply.
That name is not common.
Not here. Not anywhere.
And more importantly—
There was only one Aeliana who could make someone like Lucavion hold back.
Someone who had been sick.
Someone who had been reserved.
Someone who had barely ever been seen beyond the walls of nobility.
Aeliana Thaddeus.
The daughter of the Duke.
The girl who had been rescued.
And now—she was standing here, right in front of her.
Corvina's fingers twitched against the desk as her mind raced.
But does that make sense?
