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#50: Breakfast and Other Battlefields

Author: Sada Vii
last update publish date: 2026-06-11 16:31:16

Breakfast at the Aubrey table had always been a performance. Today it felt like the stage was on fire and everyone was pretending not to notice the smoke.

I arrived last, as usual. The heavy doors opened and the familiar scent of roasted meat, fresh bread, and something overly spiced hit me first. My stomach twisted. The idea of eating anything right now felt impossible, but refusing would only draw more attention.

Iris was engaging with Frank in what appeared like a warm conversation. That alo
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    My hands trembled around the edge of the table even though I tried to keep them steady.Breakfast was more tense than usual.This morning the air felt thicker than usual, charged with the lie Iris was about to tell and the truth I was terrified Frank would see through. My shoulders curved inward as I lowered myself into my chair, hoping I portrayed the very picture of a frail Feywin carrying a precious bloodline. Every movement I made, I thought twice about. I felt Frank’s eyes on me from the moment I entered the dining room. They were heavy, assessing and hungry. I did not dare look at him. One glance and I knew I could shatter the fragile performance we had built the night before.The chair scraped against the floor as I sat. The sound was too loud in my ears. My hand drifted to my stomach as if the weight of what I carried already exhausted me. I kept my eyes down, focusing on the bread in front of me. Then I coughed a single, controlled cough into my napkin, slightly wet, slightly

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