SERAPHINE'S POV
A knock settled on the door, drawing both our faces to the entrance.
"Come in," Zachary ordered as Beta Clark made his way into the dining hall; he seemed to hold a container along with him, but his eyes danced about mine towards that of Jordans.
"I'm checking out for the day, your highness; I'm here to know if there's anything else you will need," he asked, but his eyes remained pinned on me.
"That will be all for now; get a good sleep; we might have work to do tomorrow," Zachary said once again.
"Yes, very well, then I will leave you both to have a house dinner in peace, but I want you all to know everything has been handled perfectly well," he responded before turning away. A smirk crawled up my lips on seeing what the bottle in his hands did contain wha
