Once everyone is awake, we gather in the dining room for breakfast, though it is about as big as a remote is to a TV, Darius' dining room/hall being the TV, it is still doable.
Wow, what am I saying? Doable? I've really been spoilt rotten.
*SCREECH*
I'm pulled out of my head by the chair sliding across the ground, a chair Darius had pulled out for me.
I keep my gaze steady on him, as I take the seat, he gently pushes me back in.
Darius as of recent had become the forefront of all my thoughts, so much so that being away from him has become a journey in a scorching hot desert.
'Your grandfather will put an end to this Darius, stop getting comfortable.' Kysilius says and I remember I didn't used to like him.
He pulls himself a chair and settles into the dining table.
'Not this again.' Darius says and takes the seat beside mine.
'These wolves are challenging you, they sense you're getting weak.'
'I'm not weak Kysilius.'