Tiamat was also aware that a few people that were not his biggest fans were also seated at the breakfast table.
Did it make him uncomfortable? Not really, did it stop him from breaking his fast, not in the slightest.
He chugged down on orange juice like it was nobody's business.
Tiamat felt like he ran a marathon last night and if he wasn't certain that Fiona was sore between the legs, he would be ready for round two.
Fiona watched her husband dine on liver and leeks like he was an ordinary man not a notorious rake but she supposed even the infamous had to eat.
She had never in her entire life come this close to royalty.
It was hard for her to sit down and eat without feeling like she was being watched, like all eyes were on them like a spotlight.
Even dressed in her newest and one of the most expensive gowns she ever wore in her lifetime she still felt untried and out of place.
