Even from inside the cabin, they could hear the blizzard skirling down from the sky. Faye finished dressing, and Sterling showed her to her seat at the dinner table.
The Duke took his seat beside her, saying a prayer to bless the food, and picked up his spoon, ready to eat. Faye sat at the table and swirled the hearty stew with her wooden spoon.
As she examined the utensil, she was moved by the rustic charm of everything in the cabin. Nothing fancy or elaborate like the offerings at the fortress. It felt intimate and homey. The cabin gave a genuine glimpse into the man Sterling really was.
Sterling observed Faye playing with her food. He had been concerned with her lack of appetite in the past few days.
