Hajin dropped into the chair beside Juna and found one long table instead of another audience between guards.
Didi sat across from him beside Queen Rosalind, her stepmother, while her twelve-year-old half-brother glared suspiciously into his porridge bowl. Atheron held the head of the table, and footmen waited along the wall beside a long row of covered dishes.
Hajin kept his hands flat beside the bowl, staring down at more spoons than any breakfast could possibly need.
'Four spoons, one bowl, and somebody here expects me to know which bastard moves first.'
Juna ignored the food and tracked every member of the staff instead, her tail looped around the chair's rear leg. Hajin shot Didi a pleading look across the cloth, but she only raised her cup and offered absolutely nothing useful.
"Traitor," he mouthed across the table, and she hid a smirk behind the rim of her tea.
"These sleeves itch," Juna muttered, scratching at her wrist.
