In the relatively quiet inn dining room, the young girl sat in a corner, with a hooded cloak covering most of her face, revealing only a delicate chin and slightly upturned lips.
On the table were rough wooden plates, filled with simple roasted meat with sauce, bread, and vegetable-stem stew, which obviously differed vastly from the exquisite royal delicacies.
But for the Little Princess, who had experienced plenty of life in military camps, such coarse meals were already a usual affair.
Her slender, fair fingers held a sharp little knife, gently yet deftly piercing the roast, cutting along the grain slowly, and lifting a small piece to her mouth with the knife tip.
Her cheeks slightly bulged as she chewed, maintaining a dignified and composed demeanor, even eating quickly in small bites without making the slightest improper sound.
Meanwhile, Leon, sitting across from her, by comparison, seemed particularly rough in his usual actions.
