[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: SEND ME AWAY ~ NASTY C]
Chantal carried the laden excitedly, looking for a good spot to enjoy the meal he received; a special dish made by the princess herself. The honor was something he never imagined he would get in his entire life, especially after receiving a mark on his arm. His heart bubbled with joy as he carried the bowl of soup.
Axilla, now done cleaning the kitchen, closed the door and went to meet Lady Larel, who stood by the side waiting for her to finish cleaning.
"Isn't that the laden Princess Kitanna used to serve the beef soup?" Lady Larel pointed to the side, and Axilla followed her hands' direction.
"It is," she frowned, but when she saw who was carrying it, her lips curled.
Lady Larel furrowed her brows, "I wonder what happened; maybe the White Lord didn't like it." She shrugged her shoulders. But rightfully, even a dog wouldn't like the meal they had concocted earlier.
