“You’re cooking for me so of course, you’re allowed to,” Darius said as he smiled adoringly at me.
It was probably the first proper smile that Darius showed me since his return. Suddenly the long and boring days of lessons after lessons felt like they were nothing.
“Come to think of it, I don’t even know where the kitchen is here…” I said in sudden realization.
“…me neither…” Darius concurred.
We stared at each other hopelessly before we both started laughing. Since we both didn’t prepare our own meals, we had no idea where the kitchen was. Well, Darius doesn’t live in the inner court, so he has a valid excuse; on the other hand, I lived here but still didn’t know.
“I guess I’m adapting to being a court lady now. I’m so used to food magically appearing on the table that I don’t e
