293. Lord Phelan’s Outburst

Mauve stood behind Jael with her face hidden from view. Somehow she could tell they all knew what had transpired before both of them walked through the dining hall doors and the thought was embarrassing to deal with.

It didn't help that they were also twenty minutes late. Someone has gotten distracted during the bath and even with Mill's help, she couldn't get ready on time.

"Sire," they called out in unison as they stood to their feet.

Jael walked straight to his seat with Mauce clinging to him. He waited until she was comfortably seated before he sat down.

Mauve waited until the rustling of seats quietened before she raised her head to look up. The servants were already serving out the dishes, moving fast.

As Mauve raised her head, her eyes met with Lord Phelan. His pale face was unusually swollen and for a second she was concerned that he might be sick.