“Wow, this is the breakfast room?” I murmur, kind of shocked as Rafe walks us to an empty table with eight seats and sits us down. I smile when I see dozens and dozens of young men dressed in cadet black at their own tables, chatting with friends or reading through books. These are more advanced students – apparently we all have breakfast together.
“This used to be the castle’s great hall, like the one at home,” Rafe says, sitting down before an empty place setting and gesturing for me and Jesse to do the same.
I hesitate, looking around for the line. “Where…do we get the food…”
But my eyes go wide when a man dressed in stark white comes to the table and gives us a sharp bow. “Coffee or tea?”
Rafe calmly orders coffee for all of us as I gape at the man, who smiles around at us before
