Sargis' POV
I stared at the word on the screen.
Banana.
Of all things she could’ve asked for, the castle had meats marinated in ancestral herbs, pastries imported from the Western borders, even sweet cream custard infused with honeyed dragonfruit, and she asked for a banana.
A slow smile curled on my lips.
It was the most absurd, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen typed onto a screen.
She asked. That alone was monumental.
“Consider it done,” I murmured, already reaching for the small pad embedded in the wall. With a single palm press, I activated the intercom.
The pad pulsed once, awaiting instruction.
“ The freshest bananas should be immediately brought to my quarters.”
There was no reply. There never was. But I knew the message had been received instantly and without fail.
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