Hours passed, and the sun began to set. I hadn't moved from my spot, my mind still racing with thoughts of Yura and Karen and everything in between. The manor, usually a place of comfort and love, now felt like a labyrinth of secrets and uncertainty. I knew I couldn't avoid Yura forever, but I also needed time to process everything.
As night fell, I realized it was time for dinner. Reluctantly, I left the library and made my way to the dining room. The servants were already there, setting the table with their usual efficiency and grace. The smell of freshly cooked food filled the air, but my appetite was nowhere to be found. I took a seat at the long dining table, waiting for Yura to join me.
The servants finished their preparations and quietly left the room. The grand table, adorned with silverware and fine china, felt almost too formal for the tense silence that hung between us. I stared at the empty plate in front of me, my thoughts still a jumble.
