Chapter 15 A Love She Refuses To See

“H-Hey, Aelries…” Mixarnt muttered, eyeing the contents of his wooden bowl suspiciously. “Why do I get bread and a tasteless soup while you have this entire royal feast going on? Isn't that kinda… unfair?” Across the table, Aelries elegantly cut into her seasoned roast, her plate adorned with rich vegetables, steaming rice, and a glistening glass of elven wine. She didn't bother looking at him.