Elara's pov
Getting several toasts into my mouth, I was super hungry and had forgotten myself—until a sharp, piercing gaze cut through me.
I froze, slowing down immediately, embarrassed. The toast slipped from my hand as I chewed with my head lowered. His eyes flared, filled with irritation.
What else does hunger do to me? He had dragged me from the hockey competition to the banquet and hadn’t bothered to feed me. I hadn’t eaten the whole day yesterday, but as usual, he was selfish.
After a couple more slow, silent bites, I reached for the dishes. Like Mum always said, don’t leave the dishes when you’re a guest.
So much for home training.
As I admired the luxurious kitchen, I heard footsteps drawing closer. Startled, I quickly moved to the sink and began washing. Alric suddenly came
