Jael at the second meal with a sour expression. It was his second night here and he wasn't liking it so much. Somehow everything managed to piss him off.
It didn't help that Mauve was a little moody to him ever since the damn garden incident. He shouldn't have shown it to her. He had wanted to do something nice and now it has turned out sour.
"Sire," a slight pause. "Sire," Lord Levaton called again after his call was met with no response.
Jael slowly raised his head to look at the Lord. "Is something wrong?" He asked sternly.
"No, your Grace. I was just wondering if you would prefer the drawing room?" He said.
"Any room of your choice would do," Jael said and immediately brought his eyes down.
"Alright, then I suppose we can head to the drawing room as soon as this meal is over." Lord Levaton said.
"Finally," Jael said without looking up.
