Despite their centuries of practiced, untouchable composure, Lord Lorien and Lady Aelira step up and elegantly secure their own plates.
I watch closely as they take their first delicate bites. The moment the rich, savory glaze hits their palates, Aelira's glowing eyes widen just a fraction, and Lorien lets out a soft, highly impressed hum.
Success.
Slowly but surely, the aristocratic hesitation entirely shatters. The nobles start taking bite after bite. In just a matter of minutes, the first massive silver container is scraped completely empty by desperate, elegant dukes and countesses. But my instructions were flawless—the absolute second the container is empty, the kitchen doors swing open, and the maids and cooks swap it out for a fresh, steaming, sizzling batch. The cycle continues perfectly.
