Chapter 115: A Failed Persuasion
’Prangg!’
The sound of falling glasses rended the air. The two knights, Alex and Drystan, whose eyes were swollen, red and marked with dark circles from exhaustion, exchanged weary glances.
Having completed their punishment, the two knights made a beeline for the kitchen, their stomachs growling from hunger.
Since the disciplinary action, they had been deprived of food and left only to quench their thirst from the water fountain at the training ground.
"I suppose they haven’t reconciled yet," Drystan remarked, his voice tinged with resignation.
"Just hurry up and eat!" Alex retorted, his impatience seeping through.
Stuffing bread into their mouths, the two knights could hear the echoes of Kyren’s angry shouts emanating from the dining room.
The grand duke’s frustration peaked as the glass shattered upon impact with the floor, filling the room with shards and tension.
"I don’t want this! It tastes terrible!" Kyren declared, placing his fork and knife down before forcefully tossing the napkin onto the table.
"But, Your Highness, it’s prepared just as you usually like it," Anryr replied, attempting to reason with him.
The freshly roasted venison had long been Kyren’s favourite dish. The cook had prepared it upon the steward’s request, knowing that their grand duke had been lacking appetite recently and hardly eaten anything.