The Royal Choice: Love and Deceit

d and set aside their invitations with august ease. Tonight's dinner was more than just a feast-it was a game. A guessing game that mixes wit with allure and sort

little did they know, the true challenge would come not from their words but from the very meal before them. The guests took their seats, the air thick with anticipa

ood souls that pour into cellars but it's not just the honey cakes but the sweet faces

oblet that had been resting idly in his hand,

e shot her a quick glance but quickly turned his

f one knows how to keep the conversation flowing,". She said, her voice sharp but playful."it's easy t

of politeness all the beauty of the events. Her mind was focused elsewhere forecast on the task at hand. She wasn'

ht is simple, ladies, during dinner you must eat pick a dis

urned towards the prince who was trying with an effort to stiffle a gr

musement. "Don't worry, it's not as difficult as it sounds, just choose

rom a challenge, picked up her fork and smiled sweetly, "I will beg

am graceful and poised, yet capable of striking when the moment calls for it. The

she quickly covered it with

, raising an eyebrow. "But I imagine

t didn't respond. The game had only

a piece with her fork . " Tender, yet resilient. I have fought many battles in my life, but it's the quiet stre

not everyone needs to st

ady, though her hands were shaking ever so slightly ."It's simple, warm and comforting. It's a dish I've had countless times, shared with family, with people who understand the value of kindn

fore Seraphine broke the silence wi

ppose next you'll say you are a simple country girl

akes be happy then yes, I suppose I would." Her gaze met the prince

f his lips. Women were so different, each one playing their p

us much to think about. But now it's time for something a little more... interesting." He gestured towards the dessert, where a

d glances, with their curi

h, revealing a cake shaped like a crown, and ado

is cake but there's something inside it, hidden beneath the layers. A small token the one wh

a private audienc

Elira had a gut feeling, she wasn't just here for a crown, she interested in the Politics of t

a fork and stabbed into the cak

roach, using her spoon to carefully peel back the la

whole game that didn't sit right with her, but she knew

all had on arrival, to an absolutely imaginable game, set as a test, and the suspense of sti

ntinued