Now that I had given up any and all of my kingdom significance, I intended to return to my companion. But my father was not a sensitive man. He didn't care if I reunited with the human holding my heart because, to him, that was all Simon would ever be. A mere weak and lowly human.
"It's time for lunch. The table should already be prepared," my father addressed casually when I'd tried to flee.
I wanted to refuse. My only concern was for the well-being of my friend, but it seemed my father wanted to test this newly unconditional obedience of mine. I begrudgingly obliged. Then, my father and I went to the dining room, where the air was fragrant with spices and warm from the hot food on the table.
