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Nathaniel arrived late to dinner. He sat in the seat across Sarang, who heeded his food, deliberately ignoring him. Nathaniel slowly picked up his spoon, casting a long, sombre gaze at Sarang before he stated eating.

Sarang, unfazed, finished his portion in silence. He dabbed his mouth with a napkin, then turned to Lucian.

“Thank you for the food, Master.” He said with a soft smile and stood up. He bowed politely then left the dining room.

Nathaniel immediately rose to follow. “Excuse me.”

“Stay.” Lucian interjected smoothly. “Let us talk, you just arrived.”

“Surely, it can wait.”

“It will not,” Lucian replied, spearing a piece of fish with his fork. He lifted it to his mouth, then added, “Not if you want Sarang to forgive you.”

Nathaniel eyed his father suspiciously and sank back into his seat.

“You should eat more.” Lucian suggested, setting his cutlery down.

“I’m not hungry.” Nathaniel muttered.