The dining chamber was quiet in a way that felt intentional.
Not empty.
Not cold.
But reverent.
A long oval table carved from pale wood sat beneath a ceiling of softly glowing stone. Vines threaded gently along the walls, blooming with small white flowers that released a faint, calming scent.
Lanterns of crystal hovered above the table, casting a warm golden light that made everything feel… safe.
I was not used to safe.
I sat across from Aiden, my hands resting on my stomach, fingers unconsciously circling slow patterns as servants moved silently around us.
They placed plates before me, food I had always seen but rarely ate. Roasted meats glazed with herbs, soft bread that smelled like honey and grain, bowls of steaming vegetables kissed with spices that made my mouth water despite myself.
Aiden watched me carefully as I picked up my fork.
"Do you like it?" he asked gently.
I took a small bite, chewed slowly.
"It's… okay," I said honestly.
