"You have always tended to exaggerate, Yuri," Tyrian said suddenly feeling a little lighter with himself. His body language made one of the servants that stood at his right attend to dishing out his food immediately.
"Sit," Tyrian ordered without looking at Yuri. The meal looked tantalizing and he had just realized that he hadn't eaten at all that day -- it had either been one thing or the other.
Yuri released her folded arms. She was done here and decided that she needed some air. Suddenly, her room felt cramped and it seemed like there were too many guards than usual. The dinner was supposed to be just her and her father. But now, even Scribner and four of the squadron leaders were present.
Yuri sighed. "The food has gone cold," she said as she turned to walk away but watched as Scribner got in her way. She frowned, an expression of shock and anger on her face.
