The dining room was quiet, only the faint sound of utensils and the soft flicker of candlelight filled the space.
Clint stared at his plate, chewing slowly while glancing at the duke, who kept placing more food onto his plate.
"Why the hell is he doing this?" Clint thought, watching as another piece of roasted meat landed neatly beside his vegetables.
The duke smiled faintly, pretending not to notice the glare Clint was giving him.
Clint coughed lightly and leaned back in his chair. "I want a wine," he said, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.
"Since I'll be in the academy starting tomorrow, you should at least give me that."
The duke turned his head toward him, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "Sure," he said simply, flicking his fingers.
A maid entered almost immediately, bowing respectfully. "Bring out the most expensive wine we have," the duke instructed.
