My Lady Chef

Ezran's POV:

Presently, a month has passed and here I am, a married man who has not touched his wife in weeks.

I took off my fur cloak and coat as I sat on the chair and grabbed a bottle of wine and lifted it to my mouth after a hard day of training and sparring with my men, the burn of the liquor and fruity tones of the cool wine alleviating my fatigue for the moment.

The bottle made a banging sound against the table as I set it down. A small lump against my pocket made me take it out to look at it.

My gloved finger caressed the wooden frame as I remembered that although I got it from Baron Beaucamp a long time ago; I never once glanced at it.

So I flipped the lock and somehow I straightened up abruptly as I stared at the cherub face of an angel.

The child in the painting could be half-fey with her pale skin, jewel-toned eyes, and an abundance of golden hair. She was smiling in this picture and dressed in a bright blue frock that complemented her eyes as she hugged a giant stuffed bear.

All of a sudden, I licked my lips as curiosity made me wonder what would the lady look like now.

If she was this captivating as a young girl then...

Somehow I suddenly find my loins burning as I imagined those pale legs wrapped around me, her rosy lips calling out my name as I take her again and again.

I felt a reaction I have not felt in weeks after swearing off whores and other women and it was particularly strong.

in standard aide uniform came in

answered. "Today's meal is Grilled Beefsteak with Gravy and

meat with

than the "everything edible goes into the pot" stew I had to eat during the last war campaign. I shuddered at how the flavors were just disgusting but it kept us from dying

it for what it is

of the kingdom; I like a good meal. But I am inept at picking a chef who can satisfy my palate.

me yearn

food rich with mana gives me a rush and it is a rare meal to savor since the only old few

that I do

in them always seems to be lacking in taste for me. Not many chefs outside of the aristocratic households were decent cooks. Hell, some cooks the noble houses employ were not

I am craving some

tasted like rubbery cardboard and the saving grace was the gravy which flavors both the meat and the potato but it was overall

carrier eagle and asked my senior knights to my

trust them with my life so I suppose leaving for a few days to fulfill my duty to my lady will not earn

started tying my cloak and fixing my coat as I told them that I intend to leave for Aisenburg

Joel and Jael grinned as they took bets on how angry

asked me and my thoughts

"She might be."