Chapter 27: Thanks, But I Hate It

An assortment of food was laid on the long dinner table. The food looked delicious, and Leo could tell the kitchen staff had outdone themselves. However, his appetite was nowhere to be found. The aroma of the decadent dishes in front of him should have made him salivate yet he found himself seething at the nerve of his father. How was such a forced arrangement being forced upon him in these present times? He felt like he had returned to a time period when their voices were silenced by the elders. This was supposed to be the twentieth century, things like this should not be happening.

Leo sat down alongside the rest of the dinner guests. The room was silent except for the sound of chewing and cutlery scrapping on the plates. Leo could have been munching on saw-dust for all he knew as his mind was nowhere in the dining area.

"Are you alright, son?" The Queen asked. Leo raised his head to face his mother. He could see the look of worry displayed on her features.