Hope's POV.
The long oak dining table in Morgana and Talon's cabin is so covered with food that I begin to wonder if perhaps Morgana had time to rob a royal banquet.
There are steaming platters of various roast meats, gold-crusted breads, glazed vegetables, and a dessert spread that takes up an entire sideboard. I still have no idea how she managed to put all of this together in such a short space of time.
Morgana stands at the head of the table - admiring her work. She wears the satisfied expression of a woman who knows that she's outdone herself.
"This." Lucian says around a mouthful of roast meat. "Is something that I can definitely get used to."
"Dream on, loverboy." Emory chides, but her smile gives her away.
She looks absolutely radiant tonight - pregnancy definitely suites her
