Iliana placed the dishes on the small table as she tried her best to cook something that Prince Sylvian would like.
She stepped back, her heart hammering against her ribs. Having a prince sitting in her humble home was surreal enough, but feeding him was outright nerve-wracking.
Her kitchen lacked the exotic spices of the palace chefs, so she had relied entirely on simple, hearty commoner dishes made with care.
"I hope His Highness likes the meals I've prepared," she murmured and looked upstairs. She asked Sylvian to stay in the room until she would call him and the prince had complied to her command well.
Iliana returned to her bedchamber to find the door standing half-open. Sylvian lay stretched out across her narrow bed, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar and his posture completely relaxed, looking entirely at ease in her modest room.
"Your Highness, the midday meal is prepared," Iliana announced, standing near the doorway.
