For a quick mont, I glanced around to find an empty seat around soone but ca up with nothing. Every seat was occupied and every seat which was occupied had a man sitting on top of it who had his beloved sitting on his lap m.
This was more common than I had anticipated, aning even if I did sit on his lap, it would not be sothing out of the ordinary and I would not be the centre of attention.
Tristan was the first one to sit down and after he did, he patted his lap as if encouraging to sit. The crowd was settling in and it would be mortifying if soone so sitting on his lap after everyone had settled in.
Averting my eyes, I turned sideways before sitting on his lap, as far as I could settle in.
He tsked and before I could ask what it was about, Tristan raised his knees slightly making slide on his lap and towards his chest only to bump into it.
My heart fluttered the mont we touched and I gasped at what he did. I could almost feel his breath over my ear and that was too close for .
"There you go," he whispered in my ear, making the goosebumps appear, "this is how close I like you to be."
I gulped and glanced around the room specially to make sure that no one else was listening. "Do you have to do this when we are with people?" I had hissed the words so that whosoever I was trying to whisper the words, hoping that he would be able to catch the bare minimum as there was still chatter being carried out in the room.
He chuckled, right by the side of my ear. "These people will be happy to witness this, my love."
My wretched blood made its way to my cheeks again, making the blush intensify.
Why would they all be so thrilled?
"Love is a beautiful emotion to witness. We are happy to witness it without any jealousy or guilt, without any ill intentions." He answered as if reading my mind. "No one is going to sha you for showing your affection towards , Genevive."
No, no one was going to sha for showing my affection towards him but they were definitely going to kill for what I was about to do.
Had it already been done? Were they going to serve what Rula had put it in?
I nodded, acknowledging what he had told but the fear in my mind occupied every corner of my attention for to place it anywhere else.
They served two plates in front of us. One was for and the other one was clearly for Tristan. Without making movie straightened up in his chair and his arms caged in as he started to work on my plate. I was not sure if he was looking at what he was doing or not but the fork was raised to my mouth and all of a sudden I could feel the attention of everyone in the room.
Raising my eyes from the four, I glanced around the room to see everyone looking at us.
"Custom, Genevive," Chiara answered, "The king sees his beloved the first bite before the dinner begins."
I gave a shaky nod her way. Being blatantly stared at was not helpful when I had to eat. Altho had been through these dinners countless of tis, I had a feeling that I was going to make a fool of myself in front of these people.
Sending a quick pray to the God, I opened my mouth and close it after I had taken in the piece of chicken before slipping them over the fork and chewing it,
Only when I gulp it, did the people look away at start to eat their food.
I huffed a little out of relief. That was too much attention at once. I felt like a heavy weight had been taken off my shoulders.
Before I knew it, another bite was in front of and I did the sa as before.
"Would you like sothing to drink?" Tristan whispered in my ear again, making shiver.
By the small vibration I felt through my back, I knew he was enjoying this.
"No thank you," I replied while turning towards the opposite side to look at him. I avoided looking at the bloody mass kept by the side of my plate.
Marilyn definitely ant it when she said that they needed to have blood in everything in order to consu it.
Why did I have to think about it? Why could I not just look away and dive into my feelings?
My eyes t my friend’s and we smiled at each other even though there was a distance of at least five seats in between us.
"You look beautiful," I mouthed to her which she caught and smiled.
Winking at , she looked away when one of her family mbers called her.
Slowly blinking away from her face that was now turned away from , I realised how it was always going to be. People would move on when they would find new people and my friend and I were an example of it.
She had now found a new family. A family that she could call her own by the likes and by the bones that she had established with them. Sothing much more valuable than what she had with .
"She is still here, Evive."
She looked like she was, but it felt like she was far away. "I know." I replied to him in complete contradiction of my thinking.
"Not quite," he breathed out, knowing as ever that I lied. " I understand how you feel but rember I am always there for you. Whenever and wherever you need , I will be there."
Not tonight, I passed him a smile as I glanced at him. Not tonight, he won’t.
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