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Demi's pov

There was no grumbling,

No Snark remarks,

Nor was there flipping of the table.

It was just stark silence, not from the occupants of the table but from the king with a frown etched on his face as he had taken his seat commencing the dinner.

His gaze was directed at Dmitri and me with his food untouched growing as cold as his stare while everyone dug into theirs speaking about their businesses which I couldn't quite understand.

I just tried to enjoy my food and Dmitri's whispers

in my ear trying to carry me along while I aimed not to be a bore or a disturbance.

I could tell that the occupants at the table desperately needed the king's input but what they got were grunts and nods while his scowl intensified, eyes never leaving Dmitri and I.

What’s his problem? Harlyn asked when I fed her in on what was happening, He acts jealous yet he berates us.

You are right! I won’t pay him attention either way, I voiced out to her, he doesn’t deserve our attention…

Eros's eyes narrowed i