were extraordinary. Even though we were just having dinner.

I wondered if I had lost that sense of excitement over time. Even enjoying the breeze blowing through the car window? I've forgotten how to enjoy life.

I admit it.

"My king? Why aren't you eating?" Delilah turned to look at my plate.

"Not very hungry."

"Then why did you bring me here if you didn't want to eat?"

"I just wanted to take you to dinner. That's all."

Delilah didn't answer; she just lowered her head slightly with a gentle smile.

Am I being too obvious? Or do I look weak in front of Delilah?

I feel as if Delilah's...