Lior and Daemar could be seen seated around a table as dishes were arranged before them by the maids of the prince's manor. The aroma of the food wafted gently into Lior's nose, and his stomach rumbled uncontrollably in response. He had previously been too worried, too annoyed, and far too restless to even hear or talk properly to the prince as he waited for his clothes to dry, just as the prince had said. But now, seated before the rich spread of food, he just knew within himself that he could not resist it any longer.
As the last maid finished serving the meal, Daemar spoke while gesturing gracefully towards the meat. "You should make sure to eat, even though you are still waiting for your clothes. Right?"
"Yes," Lior replied simply. He had been ready to eat long before, but had merely been waiting for a polite invitation. Without hesitation, he nodded firmly.
