The dining hall was empty. There were only two people seated side by side around the long table where countless dishes were served.
Liam sat at the dining table, carefully feeding soup to Yusha.
Yusha had kept insisting that he didn't want to remain locked in that room, his voice growing weaker with every plea. In the end, Liam had relented—extending the length of the chain just enough for him to reach the dining hall.
It helped that Yusha's room was on the first floor; otherwise, even that small mercy would have been impossible.
The omega still couldn't understand why he was being put through all this. He had already agreed to stay—so why wouldn't Liam trust his words?
Every time he asked, the only reply he received was a dry, "You tried to leave me once. I can't risk that again."
"My Lord, some knights from the General's mansion have come to see you," the butler announced, inclining his head.
