The dining room continued the same romantic themes as the sitting room had. Beeswax candles burned throughout the small, private space, leaving the edges and the corners of the room in deep shadow as they bathed the oval dining table in soft, golden light that gleamed off the polished wood of the table top.
Fine porcelain plates sat at the head of the table and immediately to the right side, making Owain's intentions clear, even though propriety would have placed Jocelynn at the opposite end of the table.
"I stopped by the kitchens earlier and changed tonight's menu," Owain said, gesturing to the buffet along one wall, covered with dishes waiting under silver domes. His tone shifted to one of genuine concern, and his brows furrowed as he gave Jocelynn's hand a squeeze he likely intended to be reassuring. "I've noticed you haven't been eating much since... since everything that happened. I thought lighter fare might be more appealing."
