Aella dropped a morsel of food into her mouth and nearly moaned out loud from the delightful taste she got.
The chicken porridge tasted so good that she wondered who was the chef behind the great meals she had been getting since she was locked up in the cell.
Her pacific eyes moved to the male who subtly turned his face away as though he hadn't been staring at her the whole time.
He was the only one in this huge maze if she wasn't mistaken. So was he the one cooking this? Because this taste was too splendid to just pass through.
Was he a chef before he got captured by the demon or was he was working in a public place? No, she doubted he would be of low birth due to his looks and the grace with which he carried himself.
If he was dressed in gold and silk, she would have thought him to be a King of a faraway kingdom, his pulchritude was just that spectacular.
She pondered and placed the spoon on her lips. Could he be a Lord? A Baron just like her father? Or even a Duke?
