Revin instantly averted his gaze the moment Azerin looked at him. His heart skipped a beat, and for a second, he forgot how to breathe properly as he started to set the table.
"Please… have your breakfast," he said, voice low but steady. Then he added defensively, "And… please don't mind my scent. I don't live in luxury like you do. I have to be around people the moment I wake up, moreover… The servant quarter's full of weird smells anyway.
With these words, he placed the last few dishes on the table and rose to his feet.
Azerin didn't respond right away. He simply began walking toward the table Revin had prepared. His steps were slow and deliberate.
The silence in the room felt heavy as Riven didn't know what to do.
Revin stayed still by the trolley, his fingers tightening around the edge. He could feel Azerin's presence with every step he took. It was calm and unreadable, yet strangely suffocating.
