The smell of fresh bread and roasted meats filled the air, seeping into the warm spaces between them and harassing their noses.
Lyone had to resist the most as he'd never had the chance to such a delicacy back home. Still, he did well, holding it all in until he got the signal and he did.
Damien didn't wait for a second invitation.
He grabbed a plate and began piling food onto it with measured speed—two slices of herb-roasted meat, a buttered roll, some roasted vegetables, and a generous helping of soft cheese.
He stabbed a slice of meat with his fork, took a bite, and let out a small hum of approval.
"Eat," Damien said, looking over at Lyone, who was sitting stiffly, hands neatly folded in front of his untouched plate.
Lyone hesitated, glancing toward Lord Ellian.
The Town Lord merely chuckled and gestured toward the spread. "Go on, boy. Guests who starve themselves insult the table."
