"I believe dinner is meant to be in, tonight." Without his request that their felicity remain quiet for the time being, he might have been dining at Dornkork Manor, whilst Delia went to her own ancestral home. Eitan might have joined either of them, Stefan supposed, whichever suited him best. A part of him was pleased to imagine that spending time with the Dornkirk brothers was preferable to his brother-in-law than going to his childhood home would be.
"Why don't you get comfortable for the evening and I'll tell the staff to we'll be ready for dinner forthwith?"
That said he stepped away, going first back to Delia to ask her if she would be alright eating early since her brother appeared to have starved himself through his duties, again. When she was amenable to the plan Stefan did go to the staff. Thankfully the supper plans were things that had been mostly prepared ahead of time and could be ready within half an hour.
It was a little odd, walking into a kitchen mostly staffed by Lysanrin, their multi-hued skin colors like a rainbow peeking through their livery, but he was growing used to it. They did their jobs well, better than some human servants he had known, so there was no cause for complaints.
He went to help Delia dress for dinner, because he wanted to, and because it gave him an excuse to playfully examine her. They arrived to the meal practically walking on top of each other, though technically they weren't even holding hands. From there the repast passed genially, all three of the participants eating heartily. After the main course had been taken away and before dessert arrived Stefan looked across the table at his wife but addressed Eitan,
"There is something we would rather like to tell you, brother."
"Why don't you get comfortable for the evening and I'll tell the staff to we'll be ready for dinner forthwith?"
That said he stepped away, going first back to Delia to ask her if she would be alright eating early since her brother appeared to have starved himself through his duties, again. When she was amenable to the plan Stefan did go to the staff. Thankfully the supper plans were things that had been mostly prepared ahead of time and could be ready within half an hour.
It was a little odd, walking into a kitchen mostly staffed by Lysanrin, their multi-hued skin colors like a rainbow peeking through their livery, but he was growing used to it. They did their jobs well, better than some human servants he had known, so there was no cause for complaints.
He went to help Delia dress for dinner, because he wanted to, and because it gave him an excuse to playfully examine her. They arrived to the meal practically walking on top of each other, though technically they weren't even holding hands. From there the repast passed genially, all three of the participants eating heartily. After the main course had been taken away and before dessert arrived Stefan looked across the table at his wife but addressed Eitan,
"There is something we would rather like to tell you, brother."
