Later that same day, when Cheon Areum stirred awake once again, the scent of something warm and savory lingered in the air. Yoon Seoyul had already prepared a simple breakfast—nothing elaborate, but clearly made with care. A neat plate sat on the dining table, still warm, waiting just for him.
Cheon Areum sat in silence, head lolling slightly as sleep clung to his eyes. He stared blankly at the plate, not lifting a finger. Rian, already halfway through his meal, cheerfully cleaned off his dish and scampered off to get ready for daycare. Left behind in the growing quiet, Cheon Areum slumped back into his chair. Remembering his days as a lazy lord who was spoon-fed most of the time, his mood plummeted.
"You don't like it?"
Yoon Seoyul spoke as he sat on the opposite side of the dining table.
"Feed me."
