She sat at a table in a small, private dining room. The table was laden with food. It smelled delicious. The sheer perseverance and skill on display by her royal cooks was truly impressive.
Despite the rain, and despite the fact that supplies were limited, they'd managed to prepare a feast for her. The room was warm and cozy, and the sound of rain pattering on the window was a soothing background noise. Despite the flooding and the stress she ought to feel, the atmosphere was peak.
She pursed her lips.
She felt a little....
More than a little guilty.
"That's not the fact I expect to see from my wife when looking at food." Alexander's voice was teasing, but warm and just a touch gentle.
She sighed. "I just. Feel. Guilty. That I'm eating so well when my people are struggling."
