Dantriel finished preparing the breakfast.
They sat at the small kitchen table, facing each other. It wasn’t a dining room worthy of a palace, but Enora had always preferred that simple space, where nothing imposed distance. Breakfast was already served: still steaming fried eggs, crispy bacon strips, freshly baked bread whose aroma filled the room, and a small plate with sliced fruit.
Enora looked at the table for a few seconds. That simplicity gave her an unexpected pang in her chest. It had been a long time since she shared a meal like this, without servants, without protocols, without watchful eyes.
Dantriel sat across from her, suddenly a bit uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry…” he said, scratching his neck slightly. “It’s a pretty simple breakfast. I didn’t expect… I didn’t know if you wo
