The room was transformed. The Koen ivy vines that normally gave off a dull greenish glow along the walls had been rearranged into spiraling patterns around the ceiling and their soft light made the whole place look like it was underwater in a warm golden pond.
Small glow stones were placed in every corner and along the windowsills, each one pulsing with a faint amber warmth that Eren had never seen them tuned to before. Someone had spent hours on this.
In the center stood a table set for three with clay plates and wooden cups and a centerpiece of dried wildflowers from the eastern orchard. Two candles burned in carved stone holders. The food was laid out and steaming.
It was the most romantic thing Eren had ever seen in either universe and he was standing in the doorway wearing torn hunting shorts and nothing else.
I look like a caveman who wandered into a five-star restaurant.
