Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 97

Kaelani stepped into the dining room—a more intimate space than the grand hall, though no less striking. The arched ceiling was framed by carved oak beams, and wall sconces glowed with a warm, flickering light, complimenting the stunning chandelier that hung just overhead.

A long table stretched between two thronelike chairs at either end, their high backs carved from dark wood and upholstered in deep plum velvet. They looked regal, but surprisingly comfortable—clearly designed for both power and poise.

Soraya dipped into a deep bow, her arm sweeping elegantly across her middle as she addressed Lord Draevyn, who sat at the far end with his fingers steepled beneath his chin.

“My lord, she refused the dresses.”

Kaelani didn’t wait to be told where to sit. She crossed to the opposite end of the table and took her place—still dressed in her wrinkled gray jumpsuit from the mortal world.

Her gaze flicked toward Draevyn—he was watching her already, silver eyes unreadable.

“Were they not to your liking?” he asked, voice smooth as poured velvet.

Kaelani straightened in her seat. “It’s not that,” she said quickly. “They were lovely. Truly. And Soraya was very kind. I just didn’t think… it seemed strange to wear something so formal just to eat breakfast.”

Draevyn’s gaze lingered on her jumpsuit for a moment longer before he spoke again, his voice measured.

“I can have garments made that better suit your taste,” he said. “Something less… ceremonial.”

Kaelani didn’t respond. Her mind drifted elsewhere as her fingers toyed with the edge of her sleeve.

“Nymera…” Her voice faltered. “Is she…?”

Draevyn reached for a piece of golden, flaked bread—slightly sweet and layered like pastry—and tore it in half with elegant precision. He took a bite before answering, his tone devoid of sentiment.

“She is no longer with us.”

The words landed like ice down Kaelani’s spine. Her throat tightened as an ache bloomed behind her ribs.

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