I was just about to take a bite of my food—HAH, my first meal of the day!—when I heard the sound of a vibrating spoon.
Lucien. My handsome mage.
His face was slightly flushed, his eyes were watery, and his body was as stiff as a statue. I blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Then it hit me—WHY IS HE JUST SITTING THERE SILENTLY LIKE A PERSON CHOKING ON CHICKEN?
I leaned toward the table, opened my mouth, and words came out with a tremble I didn't intend. Wait, it wasn't like he was facing death by choking on chicken. No, he looked like he wanted to murder someone.
Good God, what has my family done? Is the novel's plot where we die at the hands of Duke Tristan going to change into us dying at the hands of a handsome mage? No! Even if he's handsome, death is still death. Stop this, cute and brilliant Lili.
"Master Lucien… are you alright? D—did a chicken bone from our family get stuck in your throat?"
. . .
Total silence.
