Clearly, Elizabeth had specially ordered it prepared to his tastes.
The sight of these familiar foods finally pulled Murphy completely out of his previous daze.
"Okay," he replied succinctly. His voice was steady, betraying no emotion.
With his permission, Lianna stepped forward lightly. She steadily pushed the cart to a low table by the bed, then skillfully and silently arranged the dishes and poured a cup of hot tea.
The entire process was silent and graceful, a display of excellent training.
"Please enjoy your meal, Your Excellency. Should you need anything, just ring the bell."
After setting everything down, Lianna bowed again and retreated silently to the door. She didn't leave immediately, but waited quietly, maintaining a respectful distance while remaining ready to respond to any command.
Murphy picked up his chopsticks and lifted a shrimp dumpling, but a dark look flickered in his eyes.
