The Royal Breakfast.

Morning.

Dining Hall, Citadel.

Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.

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"If I did not know better I would think they were up doing something obscure" Sandra's soft spoken venomous words was carried by the winds to the couple that were just stepping into the dining hall.

"What obscure things do married people do that you might know of when you were never truly married" Theodore retorted, his steps even more confident as he guided Lydia to her seat. Right next to him.

Sandra gasped, her fingers tightening around her fork but she maintained her reaction.

Salvatore clenched his jaws, while his mother continued.

"Tardiness is not something one should flaunt like a badge of pride" Sandra admonished with a look of distaste colouring her face.