Dining with the Archduke

Xion fumbled into his bag, his fingers brushed against a vial. He pulled it out, only to realize it was the painkillers.

Ignoring the fruity smell wafting out of his bag, he almost buried his head inside before finally pulling out the small glass bottle. Opening the cork, he tilted it, and a small pill fell into his palm.

Throwing the now-closed bottle back into the bag, he rushed over to Rael. "Eat the breakfast first, then take this pill."

Xion looked at the pancakes he had made earlier and wondered if he should go back and cook a simple porridge.

But Darius did not give him much time to think. His movements were unhurried yet effortlessly graceful.

Each piece of pancake was cut with precision, and each bite was taken with the utmost care as if he were performing for an invisible audience.

Even if he was covered with a fluffy duvet, that did not deter his inherent elegance.