The morning air was calm, faintly carrying the scent of tea and baked bread. Ren stood by the kitchen entrance, watching the maids arrange the trays. His eyes still burned slightly, but after applying some ice, the swelling had gone down.
"Add that stew," he said quietly, glancing at the list. "The General likes it."
The maids exchanged glances. It wasn't on the menu. Still, none of them questioned him and hurried to do as he said.
Ren followed them to the dining hall and stood behind the chair, waiting for Zayden and Eiran to arrive. He had thought of bringing the child himself but decided it was time to give him a little space. After all, he was already six years old, even if he looked older.
When the General entered, Ren pulled out a chair for him while another servant helped Eiran who walked behind him like a shadow. The two sat in their respective seats.
