It was terribly awkward; there was so much tension in the room you could cut it with a knife, all judgmental eyes were focused on me as I lift a cup of water to the tips of my mouth as I down the cool liquid down my throat.
It was lunch and it was during this rare times that they would allow me to dine in the dining table for servants and I was more than grateful that they had included me for lunch but was also nervous and scared because at this point everyone was whispering rumors, accusations and other fabrications about my life.
I kept my gaze on the plate of food on the table, it consists of a small portion of bread and an undercooked steak, that was the most that they could give me. I glanced at the plate of the servant sitting next to me and I saw that it was full of delicious food
