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Breakfast was hardier than what Nya was used to eating. Rather than just some buttered bread and fruit, the table was spread with meat and thick rolls, as well as the normal fruit and cereals made of grain. 

She got her fill of bacon and rolls, as well as a few strawberries and grapes, and washed it down with some of the sweetest, coolest water she’d ever tasted, which Slate had told her had come directly from the ice caps on the mountainside. It was refreshing and woke her up more than even the sweetness of the berries or the savory flavor of the bacon.

Once she was finished, she wiped her hands on the cloth napkin supplied by the servants and waited for her host to finish. He took his time, putting away more calories than even the top four of her father’s warriors combined might do at any given meal. She watched in awe, not sure where all of