Under the bright chandelier, Zayden and Eiran sat at the dining table. Countless additional candles had been placed along its length, even though daylight still streamed through the windows.
Although he wanted to return to his own palace, Zayden had decided to remain in the main one in case something went wrong with the delegation.
Folding their hands neatly in front of them, the servants kept their heads lowered. The men wore dark red shirts and pants, while the women wore white shirts paired with dark red skirts.
"Eiran, where is your anklet?" Zayden finally asked, breaking the silence.
Tilting his head to the side, Eiran blinked, confused. "In my room."
Zayden's gaze narrowed slightly. "In your room?" he repeated.
Eiran nodded, still chewing his food, unaware of the reason behind the question.
