Riven's stomach let out a deep, grumbling protest, the sound unexpectedly loud in the quiet chamber. He frowned, irritation flickering across his features. When was the last time he had actually sat down for a proper meal?
Between the vault, the battle with his clone, and everything else that had consumed his time, he had barely thought about food. He had been running on nothing but sheer force of will—and whatever scraps he had come across in passing.
Nyx's gaze snapped to him, her sharp eyes narrowing. "My king…" Her voice was quieter than usual, lacking its usual teasing lilt. "When was the last time you ate?"
Riven exhaled sharply, brushing off the concern with a wave of his hand. "I've managed."
Nyx, however, was not so easily deterred. She took a step closer, her expression darkening. "That's not an answer."
