CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

I made my way to the dining hall. The smell of steak and potatoes filled the hallways, making my stomach grumble. My stomach felt like it was eating itself from the lack of eating I've been doing since I've been here.

The guards held open the door, refusing to look in my direction, I continued going through to see Aris finishing setting up the table.

"Good evening, everything is nearly ready, Asiya, isn't back yet but I'm sure she'll be here any moment." Aris speaks, as she places down the cutlery beside each plate filled with steak, potatoes, and salad.

"This looks incredible, Aris." I smiled. It wouldn't be right to start eating without Asiya.

"Well, I learned from my mother, just like everything else." She chuckled at the compliment.

We both laughed as she held out my seat waiting for me to sit, so I did, and she made her way to her own beside me.

"I remember when we were children having tea parties in the garden as mother did her daily chores, we would have crumpets with blu