My Lady Chef

Ezran's POV:

Presently, a month has passed and here I am, a married man who has not touched his wife in weeks.

I took off my fur cloak and coat as I sat on the chair and grabbed a bottle of wine and lifted it to my mouth after a hard day of training and sparring with my men, the burn of the liquor and fruity tones of the cool wine alleviating my fatigue for the moment.

The bottle made a banging sound against the table as I set it down. A small lump against my pocket made me take it out to look at it.

My gloved finger caressed the wooden frame as I remembered that although I got it from Baron Beaucamp a long time ago; I never once glanced at it.

So I flipped the lock and somehow I straightened up abruptly as I stared at the cherub face of an angel.

The child in the painting could be half-fey with her pale skin, jewel-toned eyes, and an abundance of golden hair. She was smiling in this picture and dressed in a bright blue frock that complemented her eyes as she hugged a giant stuffed bear.

All of a sudden, I licked my lips as curiosity made me wonder what would the lady look like now.

If she was this captivating as a young girl then...

Somehow I suddenly find my loins burning as I imagined those pale legs wrapped around me, her rosy lips calling out my name as I take her again and again.

I felt a reaction I have not felt in weeks after swearing off whores and other women and it was particularly strong.

and a blonde-haired man dressed in standard aide uniform came in and

Your Grace," he answered. "Today's meal is Grilled Beefsteak with

meat with sauce and

the pot" stew I had to eat during the last war campaign. I

enjoy it for what it

the kingdom; I like a good meal.

war rations and bland meals have made me yearn for the finer things

when I eat food rich with mana gives me a rush and it is a rare meal to savor since the

to normal meals so that I do not experience

them always seems to be lacking in taste for me. Not many chefs outside

am craving some pasta

tasted like rubbery cardboard and the saving grace was the

I send my reports via carrier eagle and asked my senior knights to my

them with my life so I suppose leaving for a few days to fulfill my

they gathered and saluted me; I stood up as Hughes started tying my cloak and fixing my coat as I told them that I intend

my neglect while the twins Joel and Jael grinned as they took bets on how angry

pretty?" Jael asked me and my thoughts went back to

"She might be."