I went inside the kitchen where my mother was cooking leaving Ruka with my dad. She had prepared so many things, which was already placed on the table.
"I hope his highness likes it," my mom said worriedly.
"He will mom," I told her hugging her from behind.
"Hope so," she sighed. I helped her with the rest of the things and set up the table making it presentable. Dad had eased up and was having a conversation about current affairs with Ruka. Ruka being the gentleman he is complimented mom on her cooking.
We had a small dining table unlike the one in the castle; I was sitting in between mom and Ruka. Everything was going fine until Ruka decided to place his hand on my leg during the middle of a conversation, his finger making circles. Glad that I did not have water in my mouth that time.
Uwaah, what is he doing! My face was turning to a red shade as seconds passed.
