Chapter 15 A Love She Refuses To See

• “H-Hey, Aelries…” Mixarnt muttered, eyeing the contents of his wooden bowl suspiciously. “Why do I get bread and a tasteless soup while you have this entire royal feast going on? Isn't that kinda… unfair?”
• Across the table, Aelries elegantly cut into her seasoned roast, her plate adorned with rich vegetables, steaming rice, and a glistening glass of elven wine. She didn't bother looking at him.
• “It's called rank,” she said flatly, “and good behavior.”