The VIP section of the cafeteria was a quiet sanctuary compared to the cacophony of the general dining hall. Velvet chairs and mahogany tables replaced the standard wooden benches, and golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over the elegantly appointed space. For once, I was grateful for the exclusivity, even if it came with the perpetual glares of nobles who clearly thought I didn't belong here.
Enara sat across from me, her posture perfect as she delicately sliced into her steak. Her midnight eyes betrayed none of the inner turmoil I suspected brewed beneath her composed surface. On the table between us, Ananara lounged lazily, his leafy crown tilted like a hat perched on a rakish angle.
"You're unusually quiet," I said, breaking the silence as I stabbed a piece of roasted potato with my fork. "Not plotting my demise, are you?"
Enara's gaze flicked up, sharp as a blade. "Don't tempt me."
"Charming," I muttered, chewing slowly.
