The morning class was over, and it was already break time. Zaiyila sighed, wondering what to eat when a cold-looking man walked in with a lunch bag in hand. He approached her and handed her the box.
"This is your lunch, Your Highness!" he announced with a bow before leaving.
Zaiyila was dumbfounded and pressed her lips together. "Eve," she murmured, rubbing her forehead, knowing this was his handiwork. She couldn't help but feel warm inside.
She carefully opened the box, revealing another box inside. When she opened it, fresh, steaming food was neatly arranged. "The temperature is still high; it was just made," she whispered and smiled. "You're really serious about this rule." She prepared her spoon, feeling extremely happy inside.
