Draven
Once she was bathed and clean I had a maid bring food to her room and we ate on her bed silently, the food was good but half of my attention was on her as she slowly ate the delicacies that were prepared for her.
"Draven?"
"Yes?" I looked up at her from my plate, her face was partially stuffed with food and she was trying to chew and talk at the same time, her cheeks were poofed up, she looked cute. I passed her a glass of water.
"Chew your food first young lady, then talk."
Her face fell and I instantly regretted opening my mouth. Why did I have to say that?
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
"Ah no. I'm not offended. It's just, i remembered something. My father used to say that every time I spoke while eating. He was the only one who truly cared about me." A sa
