There was a moment of silence with both of them eating, and Liam's gaze kept being dragged toward the prince more often than he wanted to admit. Arik was elegant, yes, but he ate like a working man. No noble picking at food as if appetite were a scandal. No delicate rearranging of rice. No pretending one survived on court air, expensive wine, and inherited superiority.
He ate with the calm focus of someone who had learned not to waste time when food was available.
That was not what Liam had expected from the Crown Prince of Agaron.
Unfortunately, Liam was beginning to suspect that most of his expectations around Arik existed only to be murdered in public.
Arik tapped his mouth with the napkin after finishing, leaned back into his chair, and reached for his glass of water, golden eyes still on Liam.
"Do you have any more questions?"
Liam stared at him. "You say that as if this is an approved interrogation."
"It has been very productive."
