I walked back into the room, then dropped the tray, my lips parting. I turned slowly to Zidane. He was now asleep, his lips parted a little, his hair falling over his face. I turned back to the food.
What do I do? What if something else happens now that I know this? What if it happens to someone else? Worse, Zidane?
I wouldn't be able to stand being the cause of any harm to him. I bit down on my tongue, just as a soft knock came on the door.
I turned to it, my brows furrowing.
"Who is it?"
"My lady. You are required to come downstairs on order to officially screen your personal handmaidens."
I swallowed, then nodded. I could hear the sound of her feet as she walked away, and I turned to the food again. Zidane was asleep, so I decided to leave it there. It would be suspicious if I too
