If I claim to have tasted anything from the meal, I'm lying.
The whole time I've been listening to Dordrich, actually to his voice. Whatever he might have said, I can't remember anything about it. His voice is sufficient for me, his hand that occasionally strokes mine when he wants to emphasize something. My senses are completely attuned to him, all I want is to be close to him.
"Princess, is that okay?".
I startle and look at him questioningly. I did not hear a word of his question. A hoarse laugh escapes him. “You haven't heard anything I've been telling you all this time, have you?! You're just staring at me all the time." I turn red, I can't offer anything to defend myself. At least if I wanted to. Dordrich takes my hand and brings it to his lips.
"Shall we go? I still have somethi
