บท 192: Impossibly yours.

Arwen was lost in some of her own thoughts when she heard steps approaching. Almost instinctively, she turned to look, her gaze meeting Aiden's calm, steady ones. 

"You haven't started yet?" he asked, his voice smooth but carrying a subtle note of concern. 

Arwen glanced down at the table, taking in the few beautifully plated dishes that had been already laid out. "I was waiting for you," she said with a soft smile, watching as Aiden took his seat beside her, his usual quiet authority radiating from him. 

Emyr also settled into a chair a polite distance away —neither too close nor too far. When Arwen noticed it, she gave him a kind smile. "Mr. Ethan, please don't stand on ceremony. Make yourself comfortable and enjoy."