'Why did I have a dream like that?'
Henry's eyes suddenly widened as a bold guess formed in his mind.
"Ailia, are there any pigeons left? I'd like to have some of your pigeon pie and lemon cake."
Ailia pursed her lips and said shyly, "My lord, even if you love my desserts, you can't eat something so rich first thing in the morning."
Henry looked at Ailia, not pausing to wonder why her face was bright red, and said, "Go quickly, Ailia. This is important."
Ailia nodded hurriedly and walked out in a daze.
'My lord loves my desserts, hooray!'
Henry let out a long breath, shaken by his own guess.
'Huh? Why was Ailia blushing?'
After a long while, Ailia returned with a beaming smile, carrying a tray of food.
Henry first gave it a tentative sniff. Hmm, the smell hadn't changed. Then he carefully cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth... Hmm, absolutely delicious.
Phew... Only then did Henry truly relax.
Just as he thought, he'd been overthinking it!
