It was silent.
No one was speaking; they didn't need any words to exchange. It was peaceful as Cyrus sat on the chair beside Amelia's bed while the girl worked on some weird-looking formulas, probably a part of her healer curriculum.
"Princess, you should eat some fruits to heal faster," Miss Quinn walked towards the bed and looked at the King, who didn't even look up from the papers in his hands.
Miss Quinn stood there, contemplating before she gave up and moved to the other side, hoping the princess would scoot towards her.
"Peel the apples and leave them on the table," Cyrus said after some time.
Miss Quinn, who thought the King wanted the girl to work for her food herself, was about to say that she would slice the apple before going, but one glare from the King was enough for her to keep her mouth shut.
After peeling the apples, Miss Quinn left the couple alone, and King sighed.
