Beryl's POV
If they never served him berries, then where the hell did he get the one in his room?
If he resented fruit, then why was he protecting it with his life?
The way he stared at me had sent shivers down my spine and fear had enveloped me, but at this point, I was totally oblivious of what to think about.
"But Luna... Why the questions?" She asked.
I knew I was sounding like an interrogator, so she would definitely want to ask that. My only joy was the fact that she had the courage to even ask away.
At least that would settle the doubts that might be arising in her heart.
"It's not much, though I'm sad now," I said, deepening my expression, feigning being pained.
"I had thought I would go into the nearby forest for a sprint and then get him some fruit, but he's not a fan o
