Hermione placed a hand on her stomach after it had grumbled loudly. She briefly glanced at the man beside her before returning her focus in front of her. After some minutes, it grumbled loudly again. She closed her eyes, biting down on her lips in utter embarrassment.
A guard was passing by the cell at the moment. It was a young boy clad in a heavy metal known as armor and a dagger sheathed by his side to complete the look. He lifted the tray with both hands as he made his way to the cell where he was supposed to drop the meal and then return.
His eyes landed on the prince who had shifted his hazel eyes to him. The young boy was nervous. He held the tray with one hand and then removed the key with the other to open the gate.
He entered the cell with his head bowed, and then dropped the tray on the table.
"Who sent you?" Lloyd inquired from the boy.
