Samiya’s POV
Dinner with the entire Shuzen family wasn’t exactly something that I had prepared for when I first stepped into Zain’s castle, but it was something that I could learn to get used to.
For the past few minutes, the dining table was nothing more than curious glances along with the sounds of constant chewing. One glance I was undoubtedly unable to avoid, however, was Miss Shuzen’s.
As though the woman could sense my discomfort, she cleared her throat and placed her handkerchief on the table. “It seems as though both you and my nephew have no respect for tradition. I can smell him on you Samiya,” she paused to take a look at her nephew, Zain who was now looking at the porridge in his bowl as though they were the most interesting thing ever, “and her on you Zain. I know that you
