Arabella helped Dimo cut the stake on his plate since his hands were trembling from eating too little this morning and the previous day.
"T-thank you, Your Majesty. I-I can do it myself," Dimo said in a shaky voice and Arabella realized why when she glanced at her husband. He was oozing with a scary aura while looking at Dimo.
"My dear, you shouldn't scare children like that," Arabella chastised.
"I wasn't trying to scare him. This is how I usually am," Ferdinand denied. "And you don't have to take care of him yourself. Let the servants do it."
'Oh, so that was it.'
"It's alright. I will do it myself. Don't you think I should begin practicing for the future?" Arabella teased.
"For the future?" Ferdinand repeated and his ears turned red when he realized she meant for when they have children too.
He couldn't complain anymore and ate silently instead even as she pampered Dimo. She served Dimo's meals herself and her husband didn't say another word.
