Warbreaker, page 89 by Brandon Sanderson
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Hallandren food, the more she found herself liking it.
Hungry or not, it was strange to eat in silence. Siri was accustomed to either eating in the kitchens with the servants or at the table with her father, his generals, and whatever local people or monks he had invited to his table that evening. It was never a silent affair.
Yet here in Hallandren-land of colors, sounds, and ostentation-she found herself eating alone, quietly, in a room that felt dull despite its bright decorations.
Her servants watched. None of them spoke to her. Their silence was supposed to be respectful, she knew, but Siri just found it intimidating. She tried several times to draw them into conversation, but she managed to get only terse replies.
She chewed on a spiced caper. Is this what my life is to be from now on? she thought. A night spent feeling half-used, half-ignored my husband, then days spent surrounded by people, yet somehow still alone?
She shivered, her appetite waning. She set down the fork, and her food slowly grew cold on the table before her. She stared at it, a piece of her wishing she's simply remained in the comfortable, oversized black bed.
Chapter Nine
Three days later, Lightsong had to hear Petitions. It was annoying, since the Wedding Jubilation wasn't even over.
Yet, the people needed their Gods. He knew he shouldn't feel annoyed. He'd gotten three days off for the royal wedding-copiously unattended by either the bride or groom-and that was enough. All he had to do was spend a few hours each day looking at art and listening to the woes of the people. It wasn't much. Even if it did wear away at his sanity.
He sighed, sitting back in his throne-like chair. He wore an embroidered cap on his head, matched by a lose robe of gold and red. The garment wrapped over both shoulders, twisted about his body, and was hung with ruffled golden tassels. Like all of his clothing, it was even more