Madeleine appeared in her sight after a few minutes while Syna looked around drooling like a child. Opposite to her chair were the full walled windows that had golden panes and were arched at the start.
She could see the vast spread ocean, and the bright reflection was flickering in her eyes, the dining hall was immensely lit by natural light which was sneaking its way in.
The vast hall had neatly carved inner decor and the ceiling was also dipped into golden shade. On her right was a little door which perhaps was the entrance towards the kitchen.
On her left hand was the huge portrait of the great Sinclair MacLaverty, her eyes were bored onto the picture intently. She wanted to be in his arms, she wanted to feel his skin against hers as Syna felt that day when he caught her.
"Ahm."
Madeleine faked a cough as she reached towards the table and acted to garner her attention. Crackers were popping in her heart upon seeing her queen longing for the king.
"Oh!"
Syna was taken aback by her sudden arrival and jerked a little in her golden, heavily carved chair.
"Here is your starter, milady."
Sinclair strictly ordered her to address Syna like that, he did not want to anger her at any cost, while the poor soul really longed to call her 'Queen'.
Syna stared at the white plate she brought as if the dish was a strange thing to her, though it was only a salad.
"It is Italian salad, enjoy."
Syna picked up the fork which was laying on her left and waited for instructions from any helping hand or invisible thing, so that she could not embarrass herself while only eating a few leaves!
"What-it is made off?"
The plate was not only filled with greens rather it has many colors in it, Syna rather found it reasonable and justified to question about the recipe as she was not familiar with such luxury.
Madeleine tried to suppress her laugh and for that she bit her lower lip not to insult the queen and started to speak.
"It is an Italian salad made of fresh crisps of lettuce, ripe juicy tomatoes, olives, onions and of course zesty pepperoncinis."
Madeleine listed out the things while Syna stared at the human computer with unintended nodding.
"I see. Good."
Syna tried to keep her face straight and moved her gaze, gluing it on the plate.
Madeleine knew that she was facing a problem in eating so she bowed and left her alone. While the lord hiding in his room giggled at her naive and puzzled emotions, without even witnessing the scenario he could feel what his bride was feeling.
Syna dug her fork into the plate and a lettuce leaf got stuck into it, she placed the leaf along with the onion inside her mouth and a delicious craving filled her buds.
She was so immersed into savouring the flavour that she did not see Madeleine coming towards her with another plate. Behind her trailed a butler in same shaded dress code, black jeans and white shirt with a bough.
Madeleine placed the plate before her on the white table mat and the other one was done by the butler, maybe every cutlery in the house was white.
"So, now, what is this thing?"
Syna did not even bother for her pride this time as her taste buds savoured a delicacy for the first time, she wanted more, her mouth was craving for more unique taste.
All her life, instant noodles, pasta, cakes and sweet buns remained her luxury, she never tasted something so...so...tasty!
"This is Risotto, a northern Italian rice dish cooked with broth until it reaches a creamy consistency. Broth can be derived of any, but I have chosen meat, specially for you, milady."
Syna was all ears while listening to her eerily, Madeleine gave her a genuine smile and continued.
"It contains butter, onions, white wine, parmesan, cheese and of course rice. I assure you this is indeed tasty and will boost your flavours. Enjoy."
Syna intently watched her stating things as if she was obliged to hear her lecture about culinary arts and cooking, which of course was not Syna's forte.
"Oh! I see. I should dig in."
She picked up the spoon from her right placed on the table mat and gently separated a small bite from the ball of rice cake, that had a coriander leaf resting above as a decoration.
"Mmm….thish iz tashty!"
Her mouth was stuffed as Syna continued to dig in completely neglecting the table manners and Madeleine did not even bother to interrupt her queen either.
While the lord resting upstairs in his room was in a confused state by now, he could feel her doing rebellion against marrying him but at the same time he suddenly felt her heart racing.
What could suddenly change her mood and elevate it when she was gloomy a little while ago, Sinclair established a telepathic connection with Madeleine who informed her Lord that the queen was staring at his portrait.
The sharp minded King at once knew that something was wrong or something was fishy, how could his bride have two opposite emotions for him in a single day, when they have not met since a week.
All he needed now was to play along and find out what was not right, after all he needed to make her fall in love with him, to regain his powers. Meanwhile he was supposed to keep an eye on the last night's incident.
"Um ...Madeleine can I get back my cell phone? If not, can I make a call from anyone in this manor?"
Syna almost pleaded to her after she finished her Risotto along with the temptation of Veal alla Milanese, and was wiping her mouth with the napkin placed at a hands distance.
"I'm sorry my lady but it is not in my hands. Master is the incharge and I can't make a decision on my own, regarding helping you."
Madeleine apologized at once by lowering her head and bowed obediently.