"Gods, the view is amazing, the food is delicious, and I can finally sit back without worrying about the kids or the war." Selia had worn a red cocktail dress for the occasion that emphasized her tanned skin and lithe limbs.
"Yet there's still something that irks me to no end."
"What is it?" Protector asked while wolfing down his meal.
"That I got the dress from Kamila and we are eating Lith's food in his tower. I feel like a cheapskate whose husband puts no effort into their dates. Heck, ever since we've sat down, you have stuffed your mouth without saying a word." She grumbled.
"I'm really sorry, dear." Protector put down the silverware. "It's just that none of this seems real and I didn't want to ruin this date for you."
"What do you mean?" Selia asked.
