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Started March 03, 2022 by @EtherealDreamer

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"Race you?" Adrien suggested, raising his golden blonde eyebrows. "Oh wait, you're hurt, maybe we shouldn't do that."

Farah looked ashamed as he mentioned her injuries. "Yes, perhaps that's not the best idea right now," she offered in return, attempting a weak version of her natural smile. It was obvious that any confrontation with her father disturbed her, whether she was safe with Adrien at her side or not.

Adrien placed a warm, slender hand on her shoulder and smiled at her.
"I expect your father is angry with me." He said quietly. "I will assume that he will try to get you alone, and for your safety, Farah, I must ask you not to leave my side."

Farah's cheeks turned a soft pink hue of embarrassment. She wasn't used to accepting protection, and the truth be told, she didn't like it. But it was the only option for her right now. After talking back to her father, especially in front of the king, Farah was sure to face his wrath once they were alone again. Adrien was right.

So the woman inhaled slowly and dipped her head in a nod. "Alright," she replied, quietly as he did.

Adrien smiled widely at her.
"Right!" He said, happy she'd been so compliant. "Now where were we?"

He had genuinely forgotten what they had been doing before Farah's father had interrupted.

Farah smiled back, but hers was shy and more tentative. She was still getting over everything that happened between her and her father the past two days.

"Breakfast," she reminded him. "We're on our way to breakfast."

Adrien rubbed his eyes with his hand and nodded.
"Yes," he said, blinking. "Breakfast, of course."

He slowly made his way towards the dining hall. The kitchen was interconnected to it more towards the back, but there was a large space looking into the kitchen where the cooks would slide large plates of food for the servants to bring to the elongated dark oak table.

Farah followed him at a reasonable distance. Not too far, and definitely not too close. Her eyes studied the table, waiting for Adrien to take his place at the head before she sat down on his right. She refused to break etiquette as much as her father seemed to want her to so he could ream her out.

Adrien motioned to the large elongated empty table and sat down at the head, since neither of his parents were alive and he was now the ruler of sunstasia.

Farah waited until he was fully situated before she inhaled slowly and she seated herself by his side. The wrapped bruise sang with pain, and her expression contorted for a split second. But she easily turned her gaze to him. “Are you still up for that ride later?” she asked softly.

"I think we should save that for another time, shall we?" Adrien said, smiling softly.

"Perhaps," Adrien suggested. "We should stroll the garden instead?"