Chapter Fifty One
Yuta made a quick stop at Lord Elrien's private chambers to collect the morning pastries and fresh fruits.
The pastries still sat untouched on their delicate plates, while the fruits had been stored in some strange ice chest that kept them cool and fresh.
He hadn't been able to eat them earlier with his throat still raw and his mind full of shame, but his friends who had been working hard in the sun probably would enjoy them.
For the first time in his life, he had enough good food to share with others. The feeling made his chest warm with happiness.
The corridors felt different as he walked through them. Servants who used to ignore him completely now stopped talking the moment they saw him coming.
Their eyes followed his every step, taking in his silk robes, the jewelled combs in his hair, the phoenix beauty mark still visible on his forehead.
