Daelan POV –
I stare down at the array of silverware before me, feeling utterly lost.
Why is etiquette so complicated?
I hold one of the smaller forks, twirling it between my fingers as I try to recall which utensil goes with what dish. There's a soup spoon, a salad fork, a dessert spoon, a butter knife, and at least three other pieces of silverware whose purpose I still haven't figured out.
If I pick the wrong one, will the walls collapse? Will the entire aristocratic world collectively gasp in horror?
I sigh, setting the fork down and rubbing the bridge of my nose.
It has been one month since I became the Morne family's son-in-law.
My days have been an endless cycle of lessons—etiquette, noble history, connections within Sector A, financial systems, and family politics. Every waking moment is meticulously planned out, each hour accounted for.
