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Dining Room
Third Prince Chambers, Wyfkeep Castle.
Wyfellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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The dark couple reached their private dining chamber shoulder to shoulder, the maids quickly finished setting the dining and rushed out, and as they sat, Alaric found himself watching his wife eat. Every movement of her hands, the delicate way she chewed, the flick of her tongue tasting each bite—it was a strange thing to watch someone eat so beautifully.
To him, it was a form of art, something intimate and unseen by the rest of the world, something that carried a weight of comfort that he could only observe from the outside. Her silent enjoyment satisfied him.
The soft sunlight lightening the room casted soft shadows across Salviana's face as she brought a spoonful of food to her lips, pausing slightly as if tasting something unexpected.
