CAELLUM’S POV

Naledi dropped a tray of food in front of me. 

I stared at the content, wondering what on earth it was. 

“I hope you enjoy your meal, my lord!” She said, taking a seat on the dining chair beside me. 

Our eyes met and I deadpanned. “What is this?” 

“Dinner.” She said blinking like she didn’t know what she’d done. 

I took a spoon and scooped its contents, taking a long good look at it. 

“Is that?” My eyes narrowed and my nose scrunched, “brown soup?” 

“I made a delicacy.” She purred, “Let’s call it Naledi’s special. Have a taste. I bet you’d love it.” 

I dropped my...