The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the royal dining hall, casting golden light across the long table. Iva sat beside Caleb, her fingers wrapped around a warm cup of tea, watching as servants moved quietly around them, replenishing platters of fresh bread, fruits, and cured meats.
The queen was already there, elegant as always in a deep green gown, her hair swept up in an intricate style. She smiled at Iva across the table, warm and encouraging.
The king arrived moments later, his presence filling the room like a storm front. He took his seat at the head of the table with the gravity of a man accustomed to commanding armies and shaping nations.
For a while, they ate in comfortable silence.
Then the king set down his fork.
His eyes moved to Caleb, then to Iva, sharp an
