The heat had awakened Saritsa to the truth. She wasn't supposed to be like this anymore. She was heading home to Volen, and she was not a prisoner anymore. The food on her table was enough for more than one person; it was more than enough to stuff her tummy. Moreover, the next mealtime was determined. No need to be greedy over food anymore.
Saritsa must relearn her grace as a princess.
Her eyes then flickered as she stared at the dripping lemon cake in her grip. She then brought it to her mouth for a big bite. It's just that… she decided to relearn her manners. She must not take a bite like this. However, she still chomped down as soon as the scent of the filling came to her nose.
