Erian was nervous. Nervous in a way he had rarely been in his life.
Ever since Seirion told him that Korveth's condition for taking Vanys was nothing more than a simple dinner, he couldn't stop thinking it was, in truth, a test.
And not just any test, but an examination meant to measure him, tto judge whether he was worthy of requesting such a favor from the God of War.
That was why tonight Erian wanted everything to turn out perfectly.
He was in the kitchen, running his hands over bowls, knives, and the ingredients he had chosen so carefully. The scent of bubbling stew filled the air, blending with the aroma of freshly baked bread.
He had patiently chopped the vegetables and seasoned each dish, trying to remember his mother's words when she taught him to cook: "The important thing is to put love into it everything else shows in the taste."
But this time, Erian felt that love wasn't enough. This time, he had to please a god.
