"Well… I was planning to hold a feast," King Vale muttered, standing motionless as he watched Adyr and Vesha disappear through the mansion doors.
What Vesha had done was simple—but calculated.
She knew Adyr well enough by now to understand his nature. What he tolerated. What he avoided.
She remembered how, in a village he'd once saved from wolves, he had literally escaped through a back window just to avoid a celebration held in his honor.
So this time, she had acted preemptively.
Realizing a formal welcome would only irritate him, she stepped forward before anyone else could, offered him a quiet exit under the excuse of hunger, and shielded him from the noise and the meaningless social chatter he clearly had no interest in.
Of course, once Adyr said he was hungry, no one dared stop him—or even considered doing so. To try would've been selfish.
And so, the crowd could only watch in silence… and wait.
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