CH643 Rejecting A Toast, to accept a Forfeit II
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"How about we enjoy some of the most sought-after cuisine BloodIron has to offer?"
Peyton's lips twitched in faint irritation as he was forced to remove his boots from the table to allow the dishes to be placed before him.
For the next twenty minutes, the three parties ate in relative silence.
Raven Horn observed them both, and the contrast between the two sides could not have been more pronounced.
Though Peyton attempted to maintain a semblance of decorum, his movements were noticeably rough and unrefined. It was evident that he was unaccustomed to such dining etiquette, merely imitating what the setting demanded of him.
Alex, on the other hand, embodied the very essence of refined dining. Every motion was measured, deliberate, and effortlessly elegant.
The difference was stark.
It was like watching a common upstart—a nouveau riche at best—in contrast to the composure of a seasoned noble… perhaps even a royal prince.
