Once again Madeline found herself being escorted to the dining hall, the guards seemed nicer today or perhaps it was just her getting used to their stone-cold frowns. She tried not to let the fact that she would be having breakfast with him again bother her, it was no secret that she was immensely intimidated by him, it was no secret that he sent her thoughts trailing back to her darkest of days.
The door to the dining room was opened and she made her way in, her footsteps quiet and mild as she made her way to the table. Like the last time, it had been set extravagantly; one would think it was set for a king. She let her gaze wander around the room, she scanned around for him, and she was glad to find the place void of his presence.
She walked to the table, pulled back a seat and settle
