"Arsia." His father had said that that was the blessed name he was to give her. A name that meant 'worthy of the throne.'—someone who really belonged to the imperial family; Dayie Arsia Moghadam Had'ad…
But…
Wajadat glanced to Dayie who was sitting far away from them at the other end of the dining table. The former king was glad, as Wajadat was, when Dayie said she will live in the palace with them. More so when she said she will dine with them…
But the distance… "D-dayie, how's the food?" Wajadat tried to break the awkward silence. "Do you find it alright?"
Dayie didn't even give him a glance.
"It's delicious." She plainly said.
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Dining with the people you haven't spent much time for years felt like straight hell. Dayie had a hard time tasting the food. She knew that the chef spent extra effort onto this, so she tried her best to finish despite feeling the lump in her throat and the awkward silence the drifted around the air.
