For two half days now, she had missed two courses of meals without having anything. Five minutes ago she had just dismissed the maid who came to call her down for dinner, telling her to relay that she's not hungry and she lacked appetite. But the reason was well known to her. Now, She's avoiding him.
"Your Highness, the miss said she lacked the appetite to eat anything." The maid who was sent earlier, reported what Hermione told her.
Cesarean quietly sat while casting an observant look at Servyn who had mannerlessly dropped his cutleries having it make a loud noise echoing in the whole dinner hall.
Servyn raised his hands at the maid, signaling her to leave and she obeyed, scurrying away.
"You are in a mood." Cesarean began while savoring his meal without a care in the world.
Servyn didn't answer but only exhaled loudly.
