"Forget myself? And how exactly would I do that?"
They reached the table and he pulled out a seat for her.
Andon winked at him, watching them from the corner of his eye. She sank into the seat, murmuring an inaudible thank you. Aurora caught her eye, seeming observant of her closeness to the king.
Then he sank into the chair next to her at the head of the table.
Yeren felt her tense as he took his place beside her.
"Have your pick." He gestured at the dishes scattered on the table.
The grilled venison and salted pork made her mouth water. And their sauces… they were simply divine.
Trying not to seem eager, she picked up the dish and took a little from it.
His eyes were glinting, possessing a knowing look that made her flush.
"I'll have some." Andon took the dish from her.
She watched him fill her sister's plate carefully, her eyes softening in a way it never did when she looked at him.
His grip on his fork tightened. When was she going to realize that he wasn't the enemy?
