Only her?
To do the cooking?
Was Calhoun so intent on punishing her that he failed and couldn't just forgive her? She wasn't happy about it. The king's taste was weird and although she was willing to do anything to get him, at least for staring that and sending her away abruptly, she needed to pay him back, also in a way that he couldn't help refute.
"Go ahead, make me a nice meal to eat." He said, gesturing for her to head in. Patricia bowed and stepped into the kitchen. Calhoun smirked to himself, feeling victorious. He walked out of the kitchen. He went to the dining room to sit and await the meal. George came to his side.
"My king, don't you think that waiting for the food will be too much stress? Why not return to your chamber, she can serve you there."
Like a devil's pawn, Cal
