Morning came, and Melenai sat beside Flitza and Meimei in the royal dinner hall. Their seats were far apart from each other, and Mei was given a dozen pillows to sit on since her tiny body wouldn't reach the top without them. The clatter of silverware and the footsteps of the servants echoed in their heads, and even as everything fell quiet, not a muscle in their bodies wanted to move.
Their masters were dead and buried, and now they sat in their seats to eat breakfast. For nearly their entire lives, they'd shared a meal in the basement smithy, but now that could only be used for work. Why? Because if left empty, the seat of a rule invites conflicts, and with so much chaos all around, some rebels were bound to try and overthrow the budding council. And sure, Raven and his companions could deal with such a nuisance, but after they handed the demon servants to their land's king, it was clear that nobody from their group wanted to be entangled in Eclanor's messy politics.
