OCTAVIA'S POV
"Seems good enough you can leave now." I ordered the maid who had assisted me in preparing the breakfast. Slowly, I dished out my portion and that of Nickolai before moving over to the dining table. I had everything else- the jugs, cups, cutlery, and napkins- in place.
Finally, I took a long look at the table and nodded with satisfaction. Breakfast was set, and all that was left was to call Nickolai, and eat.
I started up the stairs, but someone had stood midway by the entrance. A male figure, his back turned towards me, and I could see inside the room. Clark looked pretty tense, but then again, it was Nickolai frown that made me worried
Nickolai doesn't look pleased; he had a frown on his face. I didn't know what it was about, but he looked rather unsettled. A
