The dining room smelled of roasted fish and herbs. Morning light filtered through the window curtains, soft and golden, making the wooden table gleam with a warm glow.
Kael sat in his usual lazy composure, one elbow on the table, chin resting on his hand.
Evethra sat on his left, graceful as ever, her posture perfect even as she reached across to serve him another piece of fish.
On his right, Lyra smiled quietly, while across the table sat Alenia and Selene, the latter humming softly as she set down a pot of soup that smelled faintly of lemongrass and smoke.
"Eve, sit," Kael said with a flick of his wrist when she made to stand again.
"But, Master, I—"
"Sit," he repeated, his voice lazy yet decisive.
Evethra blinked once, then lowered herself obediently beside him, though her hands fidgeted on her lap before she picked up her spoon with a small, polite bow of her head.
