The next morning, breakfast was arranged in the dining room of the mansion. It was due to Aaron that it was arranged in the common dining room, or he was sure Nathaniel wouldn’t invite Arthur and his new bride, Evie, for the meal.
The butler had arranged everything and invited everyone. Thankfully, Nathaniel obeyed when Aaron told him to have breakfast together.
Nathaniel settled in his chair at one end of the table, the chair for the head of the family. The chair on his right was left empty for his wife, while Aaron and Arthur sat to his left side.
Evie arrived, dressed in a beautiful dress. She looked calm, composed, gentle, befitting a noble lady. There was no unhappiness in her eyes, as if her life was just fine like before.
She greeted them all. "Good morning, Lord Mortem, Lord Wynters."
Nathaniel didn’t look at her but offered a light nod, while Aaron greeted her back. "Good morning, Lady Mortem."
It was his attempt to remind his friend that this woman who arrived here was his wife, and she deserved better.
Unbothered by anything, Evie calmly turned to her brother, who offered her a smile. "Morning, Evie."
She offered a light smile. "Morning, brother."
The butler pulled out the empty chair at Nathaniel’s right, the chair meant for the lady of this house, for her to sit.
But Evie didn’t walk ahead. Instead, she turned to sit in the chair at the other end of the table, opposite Nathaniel and farthest from him.
Nathaniel didn’t care where she sat, while the others didn’t know what to say.
In others’ eyes, it could be an act of rebellion against Nathaniel, but she knew well. She was just respecting Nathaniel’s wishes, where he had already told her during their first meeting that he would never acknowledge her as his wife, that he didn’t wish to have one.
And she didn’t want to be a bother to him, just as he had wished for. She won’t ever force him to acknowledge her.
Arthur looked at his sister.
She looked so calm and composed, as if nothing could shake that calmness out of her, that nothing could ever bother her. And it was hard to even guess what was in her mind, or if there was nothing at all.
Arthur moved and sat by his sister’s side.
The servants served the meal, and they began in silence. The lord of this house uttered no word at all, focused simply on eating.
Aaron finally broke that silence. "Arthur, I heard you got a summons from the western border to be present there."
Arthur nodded. "There’s some trouble going on in the territory under my charge."
"When are you planning to leave?" he asked. "Asking so, before leaving, I want you to invite you to my home."
"I plan to leave once I make sure my sister is settled here," he looked at her. "So you wouldn’t feel lonely in the new place."
"I am fine, brother," she said. "You shouldn’t neglect your duties. Don’t worry about me. This is my home. I am not at a stranger’s place."


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