After a moment of holding and being held, she sank down into her chair. A tap sounded at the door, and the little girl peeked in, then withdrew, and a short parade of servants came in, bearing trenchers and an array of dishes. It wasn’t anything like the many course meals served in the great halls, but more like an indoor picnic.
He jumped a little at the unexpected knock, sliding down into his chair as he twisted to see who it was, smiling politely at the little girl. But then his eyes widened at the sheer number of servants just for the two of them, and he couldn’t help but compare how different this was to back home, and he felt a pang resonate within him as he realised how much he missed it all in the short time that he’d been away from it.
There were fingerfoods, and Summer held out a cherry tomato to Isaac as the servants withdrew as neatly and quickly as they’d come. The room seemed very still after they’d gone, yet, she felt, it wasn’t the horrid oppressive stillness it had been before.