|Raven|
“I volunteer to go,” Raven suggested.
Then his father stopped scribbling on his papers. He took off his spectacles and lifted his gaze on his. His forehead creased as he leaned his back on his seat and glare at Raven’s direction with so much intensity.
Raven straightened his back, fixed his composure, and clasped his hands together behind his back like he was trained civil guards working under the monarchy.
But no. He was never a civil guard nor a soldier of his family. He has a decision for himself. He won’t be in his position right now if he was obedient to his parents.
“I can just let the Douglas’ or Gregory’s handle this matter Raven--“
“No. I want to be the one who’ll personally go there,” Raven insisted.
His father didn’t say anything after that, but his eyes re
