"Thank you, Nyxoria," King Vyr said, his voice warm with gratitude. "I know this isn't something you want to do, but in this case, we have no choice." He added.
Nyxoria sighed but nodded. "I understand, Uncle. Now, can I finish my food? Or is there someone else you want me to beg tomorrow?" she added, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
King Vyr chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, that's all," he replied, turning his attention back to his plate.
The dining room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the faint clinking of spoons and the occasional scrape of plates.
Nyxoria finished her meal quickly, wiping her lips with a piece of clothes beside her plate before rising from her seat. "Thank you, Uncle. I'm full, and I'll be heading to my chamber now. Good night."
King Vyr nodded, offering her a kind smile. "Good night, my sweet pie. Rest well."
