He drew closer to the flap, glancing inside past the modest opening to see that Eugeneia had arrived and was seated at the table. Empty plates and platters lay discarded across the table. Their meal was over. Her hair was swept up off her shoulders into a braided coil and she’d changed her dress to one a bit finer than before.
“You must feel so honored right now,” Aron was saying. “To be here with me.”
He perched on the table next to where she sat. He ate a peach, slicing it with a fancy silver blade. The juice trickled down his chin before he wiped it away with the sleeve of his shirt.
She sat in a chair an arm’s reach away from him. “Very honored,” she said after a pause.
“The moment King Gaius met me, he knew I was destined for greatness. It’s unheard of to be appointed to kingslieg
