Moon flowers/ Lily pad faeries

Deva's fingers tightened around her glass of juice as she listened intently. The gossip about the royal family had taken an interesting turn. A concubine being buried alongside the king? That was a rare occurrence.

She stole a glance at Slyvian, who remained composed, but she could sense the tension in his gaze. He swirled his drink slowly, as if deep in thought.

"Are you alright?" she asked in a hushed tone.

Slyvian let out a soft chuckle. "Why? Worried that I might be next in line for the throne?"

Deva frowned. "Shouldn't you be?"

Before he could respond, the waiter returned with the first set of dishes, elegantly placing them on the table. The rich aroma of seafood chowder and seasoned beef filled the air, momentarily distracting Deva from the ongoing conversation.

"Your food is served, monsieur, mademoiselle. The rest will be out shortly," the waiter announced with a slight bow.