"Dine with Papa from now on?"

Sander raised his voice as soon as I was dressing him in his indoor clothes. I told him that this supper, we would dine in the dining hall, not here in the north hall.

"Yes. Your Papa and I already talked," I answered softly.

"But Mama..." I could tell that he wanted to stomp his foot on the mattress but he didn't.

I exhaled slowly before I cupped his cheeks with my hands. "Just one meal with him, Sander. If after this you still don't like to dine with us together, then I shall respect your decision." Even if I said that I was...