Valerie was setting the table for breakfast and Islinda could finally see what caused the thud she had heard earlier. A broken ceramic plate lay at the side, along with its food.
Valerie noticed her gaze because he explained, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, "Trust me, I'm usually good at this but….." He bent down and retrieved something from under the table, "He was quite a great help." He said sarcastically.
Islinda's eyes immediately fell upon an unexpected sight that left her momentarily stunned. Prince Wayne, nestled in Valerie's arms, held a large cooked chicken leg between his teeth, his expression possessive as he gnawed on the oversized piece of meat.
The sight was almost comical, with the chicken leg appearing large and threatening to choke the prince if he attempted to swallow it whole. Yet, there was an air of possessiveness about him as he clutched the food as if daring anyone to challenge his claim over it.
