The dining hall was warm and bright. Smoke from the cooking fire drifted lazily against the stone ceiling, and the rich smell of roasted meat filled the air.
Everyone had gathered again tonight, sitting around the large stone table that Cyrus had made. Isabella sat in the middle as usual. The men naturally took the places closest to her.
Zyran sat on her left. Cyrus on her right. Kian beside Cyrus. Osiris sat opposite her, watching quietly.
At first, the meal started normally. But soon, the men noticed something.
Isabella was eating a lot.
Not just a little. A lot.
She reached for another piece of meat, then another, and another. Her spoon never rested. Her cheeks puffed slightly as she chewed, her eyes bright as she grabbed a bowl of stew and drank it to the last drop.
Zyran blinked. Cyrus paused mid bite. Kian looked away, pretending not to stare. Osiris watched with a stunned expression.
