~KAIROS' POV~
The dining hall felt way too bright. All those candles flickered up in the silver chandeliers. They threw this warm golden light across the long mahogany table. But to me? It was like standing under a harsh spotlight that wouldn't let up.
I pressed my back against the cold stone wall with the other five servants. My hands stayed locked tight in front of my apron. I needed to hide how bad they shook.
The smell hit me hard—roasted lamb, fresh rosemary, that rich expensive wine. My stomach twisted right away. I hadn't eaten more than one piece of stale bread in days. Even so, the idea of forcing anything down made me want to gag.
Kairos sat right at the head. He looked like a man forced to watch his own hanging. His glass sat untouched. He hadn't even opened his napkin. He
