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Aiden arched a bow at her as he walked in. "Culprit?" he asked, "Culprit of what?" 

Arwen pursed her lips and looked at him. "You can't even tell that?" She then turned to glance at the few kitchen staff around her. "We were having such a good time —chatting and sharing stories —but then you came in and, well … scared them all. Do you have to carry that domineering presence everywhere you go?" 

Aiden's gaze swept the room, scanning each person. "I scared them?" he asked, genuinely confused. "But I didn't do anything … did I?" 

No one dared to speak. They stood frozen, their heads slightly bowed, not even making an eye contact. 

Truthfully, Aiden hadn't done anything. But his natural aura —stoic, composed and powerful —was enough to make anyone nervous in his presence, especially staff who weren't used to his informal side.