The smell of dinner greeted them before they entered the estate. Warmth spread through the halls as servants had already prepared the evening meal.
His mother immediately noticed the state of their clothing, they weren't the cleanest. She folded her arms.
"I told you not to destroy the training grounds."
Helther answered first, shrugging carelessly.
"We only destroyed part of them, don't worry about it."
"..."
His mother slowly looked toward Atheline.
"You encouraged him."
"I merely participated, destruction is inevitable mother."
His father glanced up from his tea.
"The grounds?"
Helther nodded.
"Repairable."
His father looked relieved.
"The greenhouse?"
"Still standing, we didn't even get near it."
"Excellent. Now let's eat our dinner in peace."
The family gathered around the dining table as servants began serving dinner. Unlike royal banquets, no one worried about etiquette beyond basic manners, as conversations overlapped naturally.
