Korbin's table had been slightly shuffled by the time Daphne arrived in front of him.
Somehow, Meira had convinced some of the people closer to Korbin to shift down to fill the void, plopping Daphne nearly diagonal from herself.
Thus, Daphne ended up in an awkward situation. Obviously, at the head of the table was none other than Korbin. To her side was the grumpy Grand Minister, still fuming over how his perfect plans had been foiled. And looking up, Daphne would meet the constant stare from Meira.
Somehow, from the moment she sat down, Meira's eyes never left her.
Her gaze wasn't as intense as the others, or at least not noticeably so. Instead, it was the type that made one feel uneasy, as if she was looking past the physical body into something more.
After a few moments, it became clear that no one there was going to acknowledge Daphne. Korbin sliced cleanly through his steak, pretending to not care about Daphne's proximity.
