The prince pursed his lips. 'What is the problem with her hands? Is she unable to eat by herself?'
At that moment Regina felt an explosion of flavors in her mouth, and she moaned in appreciation, nodding.
Quarin was on the verge of losing it.
With great strides, he approached the two of them, and looking from one to the other, in a rather imperious tone exclaimed: "What is happening here?"
Maxime eyed him, stiffening.
Regina turned to him and with a big smile, she said proudly: «Quarin! What a surprise! You know, the chef chose my dish, he liked it!" She almost jumped on the spot with joy.
Quarin looked at the fish dish, then at the sous-chef, sullen. "And this one here?"
Maxime straightened up, frowning, but immediately his expression changed, and a flash of mischief blinked in his
