I WANT MY MAN!
Mathilda's POV
The silence between us is thick, hanging in the air like an invisible weight and I can’t take it anymore, so I decide to break it.
"You have a nice place here. I didn't realize when you said 'home,' you meant a castle." I speak casually, still eating, not daring to look at him directly and hoping my nervousness doesn't show.
He responds after a brief pause, his voice calm "Yes, it was my parents’ place, I rarely come to visit."
I try not to let the mention of his parents stir any curiosity. The last thing I want to do is pry into a part of his life he clearly keeps private, instead, I change the subject. "So, what brings you around?" I ask, trying to keep the conversation light.
"Work," he answers shortly, and there's something in his tone that tells me
