"There's our wonderful ladies in the house!"
Ophelia jumped when she heard a booming greeting. She raised her head to see tens, if not, hundreds of men gathered at one of the dining halls. She realized that Mirabelle had dragged them here, but wasn't sure why.
Ophelia saw Mirabelle's eyes quickly searching the crowd, almost looking for someone. After a few seconds, Mirabelle's shoulders dropped and she frowned.
"I-is there someone y-you're waiting for?" Ophelia asked.
"No," Mirabelle quickly said. "Enjoy your meals!"
Without another word, Mirabelle turned with Ophelia in tow.
Ophelia glanced over her shoulder to see half of the men were watching her. They were filled with curiosity, despite stuffing their stomachs full with food. She nervously swallowed. She should say something.
"I-is the food to your liking?" Ophelia timidly asked the closest soldier to her.
