"Abigail." Abi froze at her place when she heard the voice she had come to know in a few months. "What are you doing here?" she looked at the pie she was cutting in her hands and the mess she had created.
She had never expected him to come here. She turned to meet his eyes when she heard footsteps coming closer.
"Dion. I was.. Cooking.'' The words felt strange. Unreal. It made him pause and frown. He had never heard of a noble woman cooking before. He looked around. There was no one to help her.
"Alone?" she blinked. The way he asked the question. As if she was going on a war with the neighboring country alone.
She laughed at it. The expressions of worry and bafflement on his face.
"Yes, my lord. I was cooking dinner for you. It took you a long time to wake up." embarrassment coursed through him. Whenever he had slept with a woman before, it was women who had slept soundly while he had stared at the ceilings for hours before leaving the room.