Chapter 90: Warm Dinner
Arthur walked quickly. Well—more like a fast shuffle that barely looked human. His legs were stiff, his arms ached, and his entire body screamed to collapse somewhere horizontal and never get up again.
But his stomach had other plans.
The hallway leading to the dining chamber was mostly quiet now, the usual bustle of servants and clinking plates long gone. He pushed open the carved double doors and stepped inside.
The room was still lit—softly, with only a few enchanted wall-lights left glowing.
Most of the seats were empty.
There were maybe three other people still there—two other human slaves were finishing up quietly in a far corner, and someone else asleep against their plate near the wall.
And then, at the far end of the long table—
Fira.
