Chapter 52

The dinner started dull and quiet, with only the sounds of spoons clattering over silverware filling the room. The atmosphere was tense, like morning fog hanging over everyone. Ahsan sat at the head of the table, casually eating and stealing glances at Aila, who sat to his right. Adnan sat to the left of Ahsan, flickering gaze between the king and his daughter at intervals, the action itself making Aila’s heart pound heavily in her chest. Her mother sat beside her father, and Akila sat beside Aila.