The son of Raven and Enigma jittered as he approached his family. He didn’t like the looks of the alphas, he was nervous of Rambaldi. He wished his mother hadn’t died and left them alone. Clouseau’s heterochromic eyes glanced from his sister to his father, then to his brother, Pierce. He felt nervous even around them. Where was a mother when you needed her, hmm? Clouseau had barely known Raven. Some bastard daughter of the Dane King. She had drowned in Ranjord’s waters, making him nervous of the very sea itself. Even smaller bodies of water he was loath to approach. He hated being closed in by the thing that had murdered his mom. When Esma had tried to tell him the water wasn’t going to hurt him, Clouseau had scratched her in fear that she wanted him dead, and she hadn’t paid attention to him once since then.
Oh! So his dad was getting a promotion. Beta was right below the king himself. And his queen, too. Queen Marella seemed very smiley. Anyone that happy had something to hide.

“IF I OPENED MY HEART, THERE’D BE NO SPACE FOR AIR”