At Valcrez Island
Back in the cabin, Xenia, along with Darius and Osman all shared their respective lunches. The princess's cooking wasn't that half bad, but the fact that she overshot the salt did kind of put a damper on her supposed training.
At least, that was what Osman told her.
"Are you sure that you tasted this before you served it?" Osman laughed even as he took in his soup with a generous amount of water. "You didn't even try and add more water to correct it."
"How was I supposed to know that?!" Xenia pouted, her steaming soup still trying to cool as she defended herself. "I taste it and it was fine. Even Darius over there is eating it without any problems."
Sure enough, the king was busy sipping on his food to even bother participating in the discussion. He was being awfully silent than usual though. But even so, the smile that he gave her whenever she looked at him eating only meant that he was enjoying her cooking.
