My Lady Chef

Ezran's POV:

The warriors guarding the prince wore leather armor-plated with metal, their feet encased in wooden sandal-like footwear. Long thin swords called katanas were sheathed around their waists and each warrior had a long and short sword attached to their belts.

They stood still, their faces impassive and unreadable but I could sense the discipline beneath their stoic expression.

It intrigued me on how these...samurais fight when at war. They have never been seen on Western soil and mostly they are just guards to royalty or delegates.

"The Prince Oshu has requested to see the lady responsible for tonight's feast," Belmont announced using the Ryuen language to the warriors who promptly stepped aside to let us in.

The Ryuen Prince's tent was also well-appointed as Belmont's except for the fact that his bed was a raised wooden platform padded with a set of soft beddings used in the East. In Ryu, they are called futons.

The Prince was dressed for bed in his white silk kimono, his pretty face was scrubbed clean and his raven hair was braided to his right side with silk ribbons.

I and Bel bowed slightly while my wife curtsied as he approached us.

"Rise, sweet lady." His voice sounded gentle, unlike his usual critical intonations. When I saw him reach out towards my wife, I tried hard not to think of dismembering him when his hand merely took a lock of my wife's long blonde hair and knelt down to her as he pressed a kiss to it. "Your food has appeased me greatly, lady duchess. I would love to reward you for your efforts. Name your boon and you shall have it."

My wife was taken aback at such an odd greeting when his slender fingers dropped her hair but she looked to Belmont for an explanation since Prince Oshu spoke in Ryuen.

"He was pleased with the feast and wished to reward you. He says to name what you want and he will give it." Bel said.

"Oh..I-I am happy that he loved it but I don't need a reward." She calmly smiled.

But as Bel translated for us. The Prince was adamant to reward my wife but she was looking a bit uncomfortable when I asked Bel to translate to the prince if he can procure certain ingredients only grown in the East.

she politely asked if that was

eyes comprehended something I was not aware of as he bowed once again and kissed the hem

Ryu society, Unmarried men cannot touch the body of a married woman. By kissing her hair or clothes; he is showing Lady Alaina his utmost respect."

the ingredients my wife wanted. The radiant smile from Alaina's lips dazzled the foreign prince, whose cheeks turned red for a while

in ushering her out as Bel stayed behind to

front of the prince gave me another clue

expected nothing return. It was unheard of for a lady to refuse

was an act of kindness and

am experiencing a fierce desire to keep her locked up at home so that only I can show her

and want me. It was greedy of me and I am even scaring myself at the strong possessiveness that seems to grip me when it comes to this

this was the first time I have

our own room. She looked very pleased with herself as she changed back to her nightgown and saw

can ask the cooks to make a new one for you,"

cold as well so it is fine." She sighed as she sat down and munched on one fluffy bun.

"Wife."

her put down

owe you an apology. " I said lamely for such words were not something I am used to

not soften as most women do when you apologize. Instead,

me

speak or give an order but what is this odd

you. My intentions were good but the way

in bed and leave my position as the head chef until I am recovered. How would you like it if I told you to abandon your men in the middle of a