The morning sun filtered through the large windows of the royal dining hall, casting a soft glow over the elegant table where the royal family sat for breakfast.
Sound of clinking silverware and the murmur of servants filled the room, yet there was a distinct tension in the air around Lucian and Julian as they shared glances between bites of their breakfast.
For once, the twins were eating well, their plates nearly cleared.
It was a stark contrast from the past few weeks when they had barely touched their food, lost in their own misery.
Queen Morgana's sharp gaze flickered between her sons, noting the change.
She smiled, setting her silver fork down lightly on her plate. "It seems like whatever was troubling you both has been settled," she said, her voice gentle but observant.
