Hard Sell

"Well," King Kirill sighed "I am going to retire to bed, wait… we are having lunch. Dear goddess, it is still after-noon." He got up from his seat and exited the dining hall without looking back at the infuriated couple. 

Mircea stared at her empty plate-she was still hungry after eating a whole piece of steak. Frey had been right about her wanting the second plate of steak. Perhaps she was this hungry because she hadn't eaten anything in a week when she had been unconscious. 

The sound of metal clanking broke through her thought process, she glanced at her left to where Frey was sitting. The brazen werewolf was busy devouring another plate of steak that was meant to be hers. Mircea bit her lip gazing at the remaining steak on his plate. 

"It is rude to look at anyone else's plate while eating." Frey didn't look at her when he niggardly pointed it out for her.