Draven stayed by the fountain for a moment longer.Processing everything.Princess Elysande knew about the pendant. Had sensed its magic. Could have exposed him. But chose not to.That was the problem.If she could sense it, others could too. Mages with enough sensitivity. Scholars who studied ancient artifacts. His secret was vulnerable.The pendant was supposed to be his advantage. His hidden weapon. But if anyone with magical perception could detect it, then it wasn't hidden at all.Draven stood abruptly.He needed to fix this. Now.Not return to the gala. Not yet. He needed time. Space. Privacy.He slipped through a side entrance. Found a servant."I need to return to my room. Briefly. Where is it?"The servant gave directions. Draven moved quickly through the manor's corridors. Reached his room and locked the door.Sat on his bed. Touched the pendant.Accessed his grandfather's memories. Searched frantically through centuries of knowledge. There had to be something. Some way to h

Viktor's frustration was showing.Every attack Draven countered. Every setup he read. Every trap he avoided.Viktor's expression darkened further.He attacked again. Faster. More aggressive. Imperial close-combat techniques flowing perfectly.But Draven matched him. Step for step. Block for block.The ancient warriors' memories guided every movement. They'd faced Imperial techniques before. Centuries ago, when the Empire was young. When these methods were new and untested.Nothing Viktor threw at him was unfamiliar.Viktor's punch came at Draven's head. Fast. Precise.Draven ducked under it. Countered with a strike to Viktor's ribs.Pulled it at the last second. Just a tap. Could have broken bone.Viktor stumbled back. Breathing hard."You're holding back," he said. Anger. Accusation. "Stop playing with me.""I'm not playing. I'm being careful. There's a difference.""Careful?" Viktor's laugh was bitter. "You think you're better than me? Imperial-trained? Student of Master Korin?""I