Clink.
The fork pierced through the meat and settled softly against the plate.
The atmosphere in the dining hall was grim, and it had been like this for quite some time now.
Ever since Blake had confronted his father about the deal he tried to strike with Corella's family, things between them had only grown worse.
Blake didn't regret a single word he had said that day. If anything, the old man deserved far more than that.
Caught between the two, the lady of the house had long since given up trying to mediate. She had left them to resolve things on their own.
Clink.
The fork struck the ceramic again, but this time, it wasn't the only sound that broke the heavy silence.
"Kyle attended the celebration at Maylith's?" Mathew asked, his brows furrowing.
"Yes. He told me about it," Blake replied calmly, not even lifting his gaze.
