Now, as she sat at the table, that training revealed itself effortlessly. Her knife and fork moved with precision, each motion controlled and graceful as she sliced through the lamb with practiced ease.
It wasn't something she appeared to think about; it simply came to her, as natural as breathing. And that was exactly what caught her brothers' attention.
Though their heads had been lowered moments ago, avoiding Apollo's silent plea, it didn't mean they had stopped observing her. From the corners of their eyes, they watched quietly and carefully.
One by one, their brows lifted in subtle surprise. There was something striking about the way she carried herself, a quiet elegance that bordered on regal. It didn't feel learned so much as ingrained, as if she had lived this kind of life countless times before. And yet, she was supposed to have lost her memories.
The contradiction only deepened their curiosity.
