Servants moved quietly between guests, refilling tea and replacing refreshments. Advisors drifted into smaller discussions regarding trade routes and future arrangements. The elder Alpha wandered through conversations wearing the satisfied expression of a man convinced the universe had finally acknowledged his brilliance.
The atmosphere no longer resembled a formal meeting.
It felt lived in.
Comfortable.
As though the two families had known one another far longer than a single afternoon.
Maya found herself observing Victor when she thought no one noticed.
He fit into the space strangely well.
Not because he demanded attention.
Quite the opposite.
He listened more than he spoke.
Asked questions that showed genuine interest.
Contributed when it mattered and remained silent when it did not.
There was no urgency in him.
No need to dominate a conversation or occupy its center.
That restraint intrigued her more than displays of power ever could.
