Finally, after Gruna's embarrassing performance, we were mercifully allowed to eat.
Viessa had graciously invited me to dine with the other Heads at the upper table. A generous offer, sure, but I gave her a polite smile and declined—without saying outright why.
I wasn't about to risk a repeat of the Gruna fiasco. Once was more than enough. So I opted for the lower-level tables, the ones where no one cared about etiquette or how many ancestral spirits you could summon.
"Do you like it, Vina?" I asked, smiling as I looked down at the small girl nestled comfortably on my lap.
"Um! I love it, Papa! I want more chicken!"
I chuckled warmly. "Here we go then."
I carefully speared another small piece of chicken—nothing too big, just enough for her tiny throat to manage—and held it up to her. Levina opened her mouth happily, took the bite, and began chewing with a slow, contented smile. Her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel's, and honestly, she looked too cute for words.
