Theon sat at the table in their family home after Lenora had put together a nice dinner and made sure he would be there to eat with them. The table was set the way she liked it with plates placed with exact spacing and the cutlery aligned perfectly. One would think they were royalty.
The chandelier above cast a warm light around the room.Theon sat at his usual place, across from his father. Dorian had already poured himself a drink, though he had not touched it yet. He rested one hand around the glass, his thumb tapping lightly against it.
Lenora watched Theon instead. There was satisfaction in her expression. She had spent most of the afternoon making sure everything was in order for tonight, and now that they were all seated, she allowed herself to enjoy it.
