The refreshing morning sun shined into the dining hall. Since it was the morning after Ogmios’s funeral, an awkward atmosphere filled the castle, but it was especially pronounced here.
Bargisel sat at the head of the large rectangular table covered in a white tablecloth. Fasilia sat to his right and Evun on the right side of the table. Orphen sat on the left side of the table and Arlee sat across from the boy.
Sitting at the same table as that family was bad enough, but he was sitting at the head of the table. He thought he was going to die.
And that feeling was mostly thanks to Arlee who angrily clattered her silverware as she ate, creating very displeased metallic noises.
That youngest sister made no attempt to hide how upset she was and in fact made a point of showing it off, but her stepmother and sisters ignored her. Bargisel was of course hesitant to speak to her.
“Okay, eat up everyone. There is plenty more.”
Fasilia spoke cheerfully while serving her stepdaughters and Bargisel with equal respect. It was hard to believe that was the same widow who was moaning in pleasure as a young male pounded her from behind the night before.