When Rohan carried her to the dining room of the manor, where she had never once sat since they moved here, Belle was stunned speechless at the line of covered lids on the long table. Though the table was not as big and long as the one in the castle, it was long enough, and it had ten chairs around it. Every side of the table held a dish and silverware.
She hadn’t seen this much food in a while, and when Rohan carried her to the head of the table and carefully put her down on the chair on the right side, he looked at the servants to open the lids of the dishes while Belle could do nothing but watch and see what he was up to.
It seemed he had woken up long before her and given orders for the things to be prepared. She got another surprise when the lids were lifted and the bowls all contained most, if not every, one of her favorite meals.
Rohan sat beside her on the chair at the head of the table and looked at his wife, whose eyes had gone round.
"I hope they’re all to your liking?" he inquired, a teasing glint in his dark eyes as he watched her, knowing everything on the table was what she liked eating in the castle whenever they had their meals together.
"They all are," she muttered, her mouth already watering at the sight of a juicy ham that steamed and wafted its delicious, warm aroma to her nose. She inhaled it like an elixir.
To be honest, she had not realized she was this hungry, or that it had been months since she had sat before this much food. But the more she looked at the food, the more she swallowed.
In the past days, her meals had become a burden to her, the thought of eating causing a lump to rise in her throat because it felt somewhat unfair that she ate while the man she cared about was in a non-improving state of health. Sometimes, she barely took one bite before she felt full and consumed with worry and anxiety at the negative thoughts: what if Rohan never wakes up, and what if he remained like that for years?
This afternoon, when she walked into the piano room and found him sitting before the piano, it had felt like an invisible weight had been lifted off her head and heart. She had felt so light and alive, she began to realize how much she had neglected many things around her, especially herself.
Now, looking at this mouthwatering food, her stomach rumbled, making her realize how hungry she was and how utterly weak she felt in her body.
Without as much as a word, Rohan had read her hungry expression and reached for a plate. He placed a ham on it, brought it to his front, and with a swift movement, began to cut the ham on the plate. He picked it up with his fork and carried it toward her mouth, where she was still staring at the table filled with food, as if not knowing which to eat first.
Belle looked at the fork poised before her mouth as Rohan said, "Open up," with a smile playing on his handsome face. It was like getting his heart back had lit something in his dark eyes she couldn’t put a finger on. His eyes looked less dead and more alive than she had ever seen, and his smile, warm and tender, made her heart tremble over.
She opened her mouth while still looking at him, and he put the ham into her mouth. When she chewed it, her eyes almost closed in delight. It was so delicious she couldn’t hold back a soft moan and looked at him eagerly to feed her more as he began to pick up another slice.
Rohan watched his wife chew, and how she looked like an adorable puppy eager to be fed more. Her large hazel eyes swayed to the plate of ham whenever he went to slice another bite for her. She looked so delicate and so in love with the food, he felt like had the ham been a living person, he would have strangled it from all the attention his wife gave it.
But then, it was understandable to him because from what he’d been told by Rav, she barely took anything all days.
They had come to Bimmerville from circumstances, but Rohan intended to make their time here worthwhile. As much as he knew they could not escape Nightbrook and the king forever, he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t bring up the topic with her until she had regained and recovered from all the ordeal she’d had to face without him, or more accurately because of him.
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