It was weekend.
Silvia had just finished freshening up. She walked down the stairs, her steps on it slowed down till it finally halted when she saw Davian at the last step of the stairs.
"Going up?" she managed to ask.
"Yes, to call you for breakfast. Perfect timing," he responded.
She nodded and quietly followed him to the dining table. She sat on a chair and he sat close to her. She could feel herself already starting to salivate at just the sight and aroma of the meals.
"Go on, dig in...made it specially for you," Davian informed.
"What?" she responded and he just nodded at her, an expectant smile on his face.
"Davian, don't do it again next time... there's a reason we have the cook and house keeper," Silvia chastised.
"Thank me for the meal first princess," Davian laughed a small laugh.
"So you made it just for you to hear me say thank you?" she asked.
Davian sighed; "No."
