"My Lord, here is your breakfast for today." Susan presented Lance with a sumptuous breakfast: tender, sweet white bread exuding a milky fragrance, three boiled eggs, and a cup of milk. This meal alone was worth what an ordinary person earned in an entire day.
Ever since his strength had increased, his appetite had grown considerably. This small amount was merely an appetizer to him.
And today, Lance's mood was noticeably good, as he had indulged in the rare luxury of a full eight hours of sleep the night before.
"If you have something to say, go ahead."
Susan knew he disliked being watched while eating. People should either join him at the table or leave. Standing aside usually meant there was something to discuss.
"Barton is waiting at the door; he wishes to see you, my Lord."
This is the first time he has taken the initiative to seek me out. Lance understood the decision Barton had made.
"When did he arrive?"
"This morning, but I did not wake you, my Lord."
