Click.
The sound of the door hinges being pushed open instantly shattered the ridiculous tension.
Riven stepped into the dining room with his signature, rigid military posture—a presence that somehow always made the room feel a bit tighter. His uniform was neat—not full combat armor, but a dark blue tactical shirt with a silver Wolf emblem pinned proudly to the collar.
His sharp gray eyes calmly swept over the behavior of his two younger siblings.
"The two of you are awfully loud this early in the morning," Riven reprimanded mildly.
Raveena hurriedly looked down to adjust her hair, which was already perfectly neat. Meanwhile, Raphael pretended to cough. Ahem!
"Since when did the Grand General of Northreach pick up the embarrassing hobby of eavesdropping at doors?" Raveena quipped cynically, still trying to neutralize the remaining flush on her cheeks.
