Marcellus blinked as he watched the two women set the table. Bowls of simmering stew, roasted root vegetables, and fresh fruit were carefully arranged. The scent was amazing, warm and rich, nothing like what he was used to from high-class noble kitchens. This was homemade, earthy, filled with care.
And yet…
"Darling~ dinner's ready. Come sit at the table," Harny's gentle voice rang out with an almost seductive melody.
Marcellus stood up cautiously.
"Mom!" Lithia snapped with a deep blush, puffing her cheeks. "He's not your darling!"
Harny simply smiled and tilted her head. "Why do you need to be jealous, Lithia? If I were some random woman outside, I would understand... but we're family, right~?"
Lithia looked like she was about to combust.
"But—!"
"Now, darling~" Harny patted the seat with a smile too sweet to be innocent. "Sit and eat, okay?"
