"That is wonderful to hear, Your Majesty. Then please, enjoy your meal," Number Eleven encouraged. "His Majesty will visit soon; if you don't eat, he will worry about you."
With a slight pout, Venera begrudgingly recognized the truth in Number Eleven's words.
"All right," she relented, poking at her food with a faint sigh of resignation. Just then, Caius strode into the tent, his presence both commanding and comforting.
"Why did Vera eat so little today?" Caius queried with a hint of playful curiosity.
"Your Majesty, it is because I failed to prepare something that Her Majesty finds appealing," Number Eleven quickly admitted, her tone tinged with guilt.
"It is not Sister Eve's fault," Venera interjected, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I am simply not hungry right now."
Caius chuckled softly as he approached, effortlessly lifting Venera from her seat as though she weighed nothing. Her legs dangled helplessly in the air, painting a brief flash of surprise in her eyes.
