Rikom
I walked in to find Malaka and Faris sitting on the floor laughing as Ruksana put the plates onto the sheet. She glanced up at me and Felan as we entered.
“King Rikom, good of you to join us,” she said, giving me a small smile.
I nodded shortly at her.
“Please, in your own home, call me Rikom.”
“Very well, have a seat, Rikom.”
I did as she said and Tasmina strode in carrying a large pot. I could smell freshly baked naan and my mouth watered as she placed the pot down onto the sheet atop a wooden board that Ruksana had placed.
“I’ve made chickpeas and chicken in shorba,” she said, shortly.
Her face glistened with sweat and she pushed away a stray curl from her face with the back on her hand. Goddess, she was a vision.
“Ruki, will you help me take the naan out of the ov
