The strange atmosphere was broken when Dorothy chuckled softly. "It is time for lunch. Shall we continue this conversation after lunch?" She queried softly and Myron nodded at her with a smile.
"Everyone, please. Alpha Azimir, Commander Aylin, please." Dorothy stood up and with her, the others too stood up. The group shifted to the dining hall where the maids were waiting for them at the side with their heads bowed.
Azimir frowned on seeing the apparent fear in their eyes. The servants in his castle too feared him. But they respected him more. However, here, at Aranill, neither the servants nor the maids held any respect for the royal family. All they had was fear and he could even see that they despised them.
"Alpha Azimir," Josephine's piercing voice brought him out of his stupor and he smiled at her with his brows raised.
"Please. The lunch will be served soon."
