Evanna found herself once again sitting across from prince Arawn at the table and chairs on the prince's balcony. The sun was beaming down on them while the breeze gently blew across their faces bringing with it the scent of the flowers in full bloom around them. The meals they had differed by a lot in comparison. Where Arawn had a large, cooked breakfast, Evanna stuck to porridge and fruits.
Even though she had not eaten for four days, it seems the prince already knew she still could not eat much. Her illness had passed, but her stomach shrunk, making even her porridge seemingly heavy. So, she stuck to the grapes, blushing as she glanced at Arawn and the fleeting smirk she saw on his face. That was right, when she first got there, he.. served her some grapes.
