Despite everything, breakfast felt strangely normal in the morning."
"For the last time," Alina said, cutting a piece of bread, "Evelyn has definitely changed the recipe."
"She didn't," Austin replied without looking up from his plate. "You are just being dramatic."
"You think I can't tell the difference between rosemary and thyme?" Alina glared at him.
"Alina, stop arguing and eat your breakfast."
"She has added more butter too," Alina was in no mood to stop.
Austin sighed as if the conversation was exhausting him.
"Tragic. We must alert the king immediately."
Alina kicked his shin under the table, making him pause mid-bite.
"Violence?"
"You deserved it."
Before he could respond, everyone went silent in the hall. Austin and Alina turned and saw Rosilyn standing near the entrance.
Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, fingers twisting together. She kept her eyes down while her shoulders were hunched slightly, as if she regretted walking in there.
