[M] Until Silence Is Broken

"Morning," he said as he ate his last bite. He was looking at her with an neutral expression that was so often taken as a judging expression because of the lack of emotions that it held. He slowly picked up his wine and sipped it, and placed it back down. "You seemed to have wanted to sleep in today I see."

He watched her wondering what type of food she'd pick to eat from the large selection on the table. What she didn't eat would be thrown out after the servants had their pick.