"I apologise." Leon finally said.
Riven, on the other hand, calmly picked up the bowl of pickled roots and took a bite, giving a satisfied hum.
"See?" he said. "Not everything is about you, your highness."
Leon turned his face away from the table of food, and Riven, not wanting to see either.
He had been humiliated. But somewhere deep down, buried under the frustration… He knew Riven was right.
Leon sat stiffly in his chair, staring at the bowl of food that had started the whole scene. The servant girl was long gone, and Riven had gobbled up more than half. He was a hungry one. Leon rolled his eyes.
He let out a slow, quiet breath. He knew, deep down, that Riven was right. The pickles incident wasn't offensive enough to warrant the way he'd snapped. The girl had only brought what was served in this palace.
It was something Leon didn't care for, yes, but that didn't justify the sharpness in his tone or the look of fear he'd seen in her eyes.
It was Riven.
