The Morning After Harold’s Return

That morning’s breakfast was special in many ways. It was, after all, the first time I sat at the same table with both Ethan and Harold since officially becoming a member of the Blackwood family.

"Lilith, what are you doing?"

"Pardon?"

"Go and sit over there. That’s where the head maid stands, not you."

"Yes, dear. Do you intend to stand behind Ethan until he’s finished his meal in your condition?"

“…My apologies."

I had instinctively stood behind Ethan, only to quickly take a seat across from him after hearing their remarks. Usually, when it …