Aurora
“Like what you see?” He asked softly.
But I didn't have any answers.
My eyes remained fixed on the dishes.
It was a combination of different dishes, all enticing and alluring, to say the least. Mashed potatoes and richly sauced chicken, broccoli stew, a soft pancake, grilled rice, and small berries arranged neatly on a plate.
I found myself staring at the meal longer than necessary as my appetite surged and heightened, followed by a sudden rush of memories that came flooding back, sharp and unexpected.
I was a Beta’s daughter, so one would assume I was used to good meals before everything fell apart, but no.
It felt strangely foreign to be served such a carefully prepared spread, and even more unsettling to be watched by a man who sat there silently, as though willing me to
