Chapter 105: The Restaurant, Regal Hearth.
She watched as the warden set down her basket with care before she sat down and leaned back, taking in the paintings adorning the walls, each portraying scenes of Wyfellon’s countryside: lush fields, flower-laden meadows, and grand estates.
When the waiter approached, a young man with neatly combed hair and a polished smile, he gave a polite nod and offered the leather-bound menus with a small bow.
"Good afternoon, my lord and lady," he greeted smoothly. "Welcome to The Regal Hearth. May I start you with a drink?"
"Yes, please, suggestions," Salviana invited.
The young man smiled, "Our elderflower lemonade is quite popular, or perhaps a glass of our finest red wine?"
Alaric glanced at Salviana, allowing her to decide. She looked thoughtfully at the options, considering, before replying, "The elderflower lemonade sounds lovely, thank you."
The waiter gave a quick nod, jotting it down. "An excellent choice, my lady. And for you, my lord?"
"I’ll have the same," Alaric replied, his gaze still on Salviana, amusement flickering in his eyes as he took in her genuine interest in the menu.
After the waiter brought their drinks and stepped back to give them a few minutes, Salviana eagerly browsed the options. Every description seemed a touch more tempting than the last, and Alaric watched as she narrowed down her choices with careful deliberation.