She pushed back her chair and rose to her feet, gathering the bowl in one hand and her wineglass in the other. The servants looked to one another, panicked, as she walked the full length of the dining table and set her food at his end. She chose the corner facing his unscarred side, to lessen the awkwardness. He looked annoyed. She didn’t care. He broke the silence. “Really?” “Yes, really. We had a bargain. I admit you to my bed; you appear at the dinner table. And we engage in conversation.”
