{Music Recommendation: Tattoo ~ Loreen}
"Pa!! What do you mean you're going to Eridor?!" Freya asked, following her father around the kitchen as he monitored the breakfast the maids were preparing.
After hearing last night that Rowan would be leaving for Eridor as the king's envoy, Louis quickly suggested accompanying him. When Freya found out the next morning, she almost lost her mind.
"Pa! Talk to me." Freya pushed her father, her voice laced with brewing frustration.
Louis opened the cauldron, stirring it with a long wooden spoon. "More rosemary and a little garlic will do. The meat should be tender; Walter's front tooth is still growing. And a separate pot for the Queen, add more pepper so she won't throw it up," he ordered the maids, ignoring his daughter.
