ELARA’S POV
Sitting down to dinner felt almost robotic after a few days. Theron would stare at me; I’d stare at my food. We’d have casual, easy conversations. Sometimes, different aspects of Theron’s personality shine through, like how much he cares about his people, doesn’t like pineapples, and likes to listen to music alone.
I waited for him to finish settling down at the table before reaching for my fork. “So how was…your day?”
He grabbed his fork and jabbed it into the roasted veggies on his plate. He always ate his sides first before he did the main course. “It was fine. There’s a dispute with Bridgerow over what sort of traders are welcome to travel there.”
“What do you mean?”
“We currently don’t allow metal traders to travel there.”
I stared at him. “And why is that?”
“If we
