(THEA'S POV)
Ozril sat on the breakfast table with a bright and contented smile. On the other hand, York's looks were observant and wishful. I always knew that Yorks was always cool. He preferred things to be stress-free and respond to situations in a less complicated way. The way how York treated Ozril, with so much respect, worthy of a king, made Ozril's face brighten.
"Pleased to share this breakfast with the most important person in my life," Ozril said with an unsuppressed smile.
"Thank you for sharing this with us too, Oz… your majesty," I almost slipped my tongue when I remembered that Ozril had already called me to it. He doesn't want to be addressed by his first name.
