The two of us sat at the long palace kitchen table, plates in front of us. It was strange, no servants, no chefs, no guards,... just Isabella and me.
She picked up her fork delicately, poking at the eggs she had worked so hard to finish.
"Don't just stare," she huffed, her cheeks still flushed.
"Eat."
I leaned my chin on my hand, watching her like she was the only thing in the world.
"I am eating. Eating with my eyes."
Her face turned an even deeper shade of red.
"I—haaah~! You—!" She stabbed a piece of egg and shoved it toward my mouth.
"Eat this instead!"
I let her feed me, biting it off the fork with a small smile.
"Mmm. Perfect. Better than any royal chef's."
"Liar," she mumbled, but her lips twitched upward in a little smile.
I grabbed my own fork, cutting a piece of bread and holding it to her lips.
"Open."
Her emerald eyes flicked to mine, suspicious, but she leaned forward anyway, taking the bite slowly.
Munch… munch…
