The dining hall of House Blake was unusually lively today—not because of conversation, but because Adam was completely immersed in the feast before him.
The long oak table was covered in roasted meats, fresh cream bread, and steaming bowls of thick soup.
Sitting in the soft cushioned chair, Adam ate with unabashed enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling as he sliced into a piece of honey-glazed boar meat. He looked less like a noble and more like a little bunny discovering his favorite treat.
"I thought you said you were going to be graceful when the Crown Princess arrives?" Crystal finally couldn't hold it in. She put down her knife and fork, her frost-blue eyes pinning him.
Adam froze mid-bite, his cheeks puffed slightly with food, sauce smudged at the corner of his lips. He slowly raised his head and gave her a soft glare with those wet, doe-like eyes. His voice was gentle, yet carried the tiniest bite:
"…Is the Crown Princess here right now?"
