The aroma of the simmering duck filled the kitchen, wrapping both Yuna and Ezekiel in its savory embrace. The room seemed to pulse with warmth, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls, creating a tranquil ambience despite the looming uncertainty outside.
Yuna stood by, watching Ezekiel move effortlessly around the kitchen. His movements were fluid, precise, and filled with a confident grace that spoke volumes about his proficiency. As she observed him, she couldn't help but feel a newfound admiration for the King beyond his regal stature.
The simmering pot filled the room with a tantalizing scent, a reminder of the impending meal. Ezekiel turned his attention back to the dish, stirring it with a gentle, practiced hand. "I hope you enjoy the meal, Yuna. It's a simp
