Gwen
Breakfast was served quickly after that. We sat at the smaller dining table near the garden windows, just the two of us. For the first time in days, we talked and laughed like normal. He teased me about my obsession with noodles. I teased him about how serious he always looked during meetings. It felt warm and safe.
Then, halfway through eating, he set his fork down.
“So… about the guard you mentioned yesterday. Who is this person? When can he start?”
My eyes widened. “Really? You actually want him to start?”
“Yes. But I want to meet him first. I need to know who he is — his background, his experience, everything.”
I nodded, forcing a bright smile. “Of course, Father.”
He studied me for a moment, then asked casually, “How did you get to meet him, though? You seem to know him qu
