Third person POV:
After their breakfast, none of them were in a hurry as they still stay in the kitchen.
The table was still in a mess—empty plates, crumbs, cups that should’ve been cleared already—but no one stood up right away. As their handmaiden would just clean it when they're already gone.
Chris leaned back in his chair, while his one hand was on his stomach, looking very proud of himself.
“I think I ate too much,” he said.
Star raised an eyebrow. “You said that after your second plate.”
“Yes,” he replied. “And I meant it literally.”
Ayaana chuckled as she stood up. “Come on. Let’s move to the living room before someone falls asleep here.”
They slowly gathered their things and walked down the halls. No guards following them. No tension. Just footsteps echoing softly.
The liv
