I did not know if anyone was staring at me or not but I could feel eyes on me time and again. I had kept my head lowered and looked at my lap constantly.
This was stressing me. Why did someone have to come up with the tradition of sitting on a mate's lap? From a glance that I gave around the room I could tell that not many were sitting like this.
Then why were we?
I tilted my head up and turned to Tristan. "Not many are sitting like this. Do we have to?"
"A king must set the right example, my love." He spoke and his eyes shined. "Why are you not comfortable? Do you want to lean against me?"
I looked away. He was doing this on purpose! I bit into another bite and before I knew it breakfast was over and Tristan was escorting need to my room to rest.
"Solomon," I addressed him outside the door while Tristan was standing with me, "can you bring me Diwal? That boy is not come back to see me and lord knows where he is."