"Do you want to eat sothing?" Mars asked Emlyn to distract her from her sadness. He knew she had not eaten anything from the afternoon. He was hungry too, but he was more worried about her since she was pregnant. "You need to eat sothing for our baby..."
Emlyn didn't have any appetite to eat anything, but seeing his worried eyes, she relented and nodded weakly.
"Just.. sothing simple and small, please.." she said.
Mars rose and smiled. "Okay. I will bring sothing for you to eat."
He rubbed her shoulder gently, then turned around and left the chamber. He couldn't find any more cooks in the kitchen. It was close to midnight, after all. So, all the servants and cooks must have gone to sleep.
Mars decided to check the table and cupboards to see if there was any food left from dinner that the cooks prepared. He was sure they wouldn't throw away the dishes just because he and Emlyn didn't eat them.
Ah, he found a plate with apple pie, his wife's favorite in the cupboard, and a big bowl of soup on the table. Maybe Emlyn would want to eat the soup?
Chicken soup was supposedly good for people who were under the weather or feeling sad, wasn't it?
Alright. He would serve her chicken soup for supper, and the apple pie.? Mars decided to light the stove and warm up the soup so Emlyn could eat hot soup for supper.
However, just when he was about light the fire, a fat cook ca to the kitchen and stood by the doorway. His eyes went round so big when he saw it was actually the crown prince himself who sneaked into the kitchen.
The cook was sleeping next door when he heard footsteps and so noise in the kitchen. He thought it was so food thief, maybe one of the hungry soldiers who wanted to eat good food sneakily.
So, he got up and wanted to ambush this thief. Imagine his surprise when he opened the kitchen door and saw the crown prince himself was crouching on the floor, trying to light a fire with the flint.
"Y-Your Highness..." He greeted the prince with a stutter. Other than those two words, the cook didn't know what to say.
"Hey.. did I wake you up?" Mars waved his hand and motioned the cook to go back to sleep. "I am sorry. I just want to warm up the soup for Lady Emlyn. Don't mind ."
When he heard the crown prince's words, the cook tilted his head like a confused fool. Wait.. what did he just hear?
His Highness was trying to light a fire to warm up the soup... so Lady Emlyn could eat? This was so hard to believe.
"Why are you standing there?" Mars furrowed his brows and waved at him. "You can go back to sleep."
Right then, finally, the cook was moved from his reverie. He hurriedly walked toward the prince and bowed down to him.
"Your Highness, please allow to do it for you. It will take only five minutes. I promise," he said with respect. Mars looked at the stove and the cook alternately. Then he realized that this cook would do a much better job than him.
So, he finally got up and gave the flint to the cook.
"Thank you," he said as he took a seat and watched the cook do it. The fat cook imdiately did his job. He lighted the fire and prepared a small pot to warm up the soup.
He also prepared two plates with apple pie slices since he knew the prince also had not had dinner. So, he intentionally prepared two servings on the tray.
Five minutes later, the soup in the pot was warm enough and they could sll the nice chicken flavor wafted in the air. With alacrity, the cook took two small bowls and poured the soup from the pot into each bowl.
Then, he arranged the pie and soup on a tray and handed it over to the crown prince. Mars accepted it with a grateful expression. Ah, this cook made his life so much easier.
He rembered how much Emlyn liked them since they always made her favorite dishes. It seed they liked her too.
Now, that reminded Mars that he had not thanked them personally for taking care of his wife's 'exquisite palate' as she often put it.
Finally, with his hand still holding the tray filled with food, the prince nodded his head and thank the cook.
"Thank you for doing a good job in the kitchen. Without your hard work, we wouldn't be able to eat good food every day," he said warmly.
The prince's words rendered the cook speechless. His ears didn't play tricks on him, did they?
The crown prince just thanked him personally for the good work he and his team had been doing? Sohow, this man felt touched and he instantly dropped his body to the floor.
"Your Highness... it is an honor for to work for you. Please, no need to ntion it. I will gladly do it for you and Lady Emlyn."
"You are a good man," Mars could only say. He turned around and left the kitchen with the tray of food. The cook was still in awe long after the crown prince was gone.
***
Mars put down the tray with food on the table. He sat on the edge of the bed and took one bowl of soup to give to Emlyn. "Honey, please take this soup."
Emlyn wanted to take the bowl so she could eat by herself, but sohow her hands lost strength. She almost spilled the soup as her shaking hands touched the bowl. "Aahh...!"
"No, this can't do. Let do it," Mars said when he saw her looking so weak.? "Just let feed you,"
He sat next to her and held the bowl in one hand, while the other hand took the spoon with soup and brought it closer to her lips. "Open your lips so you can eat sothing."
Emlyn felt so moved that tears started streaming down her cheeks again. She thought her tears were already dry after she cried for Killian, but apparently, there was still so left.
She opened her mouth and sipped the soup from the spoon and then wiped her tears.
Yes, she was so unlucky that she had lost her entire family, but at least she still had this loving man in her life. At least, his presence made up for all the bad luck she had experienced.
anwhile, when he fed her the soup, the prince's mind went back to the past when he fed her for the first ti. Ah.. he rembered how he did it out of guilt.
In the break of dawn, while she was still sleeping, he had used her hand to help him get his release.. and it felt so, so good, that he didn't want it to end. So he ended up using her hand for a good long ti.
Emlyn later woke up thinking she was paralyzed and was about to die from his curse, since she could barely move that hand. Mars didn't tell her what happened but instead, he offered to help her eat and do other things.
Now that he thought of it again, the prince could see how it was so funny and ridiculous at the sa ti. Looking back, he rembered it as one of their early fond mories.
Gosh.. ti flew by just like that. Looked at them now. She no longer considered him as her enemy, and their mission to conceive had been successful.
Now, Mars was feeding her out of love, no longer out of guilt. Oh, and don't forget that he was feeding their child too. Ahh.. so much had changed...
Emlyn twitched her brows when she saw him smile faintly. She was wondering what he was thinking.
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