The dry rustling of leaves and the crunch of broken twigs echoed through the air as servants bustled about in preparation for the big day. The warm afternoon breeze carried the clatter of pots and spoons from the kitchen, mingling with the mouthwatering aroma of barley leaves, rosemary, and sauced chicken, teasing everyone's senses. Since the birth of the King and Queen of Avon's first child, the palace had been alive with joy, festivity, and endless smiles.
In the kitchen, the royal cook dipped a wooden spoon into a pot and tasted the hot soup. He hummed approvingly.
"Well done. The beef is richly sauced, but a touch more chili would be perfect," he instructed, giving a pat to the younger cook with an apron tied at his waist.
Louis stepped away from the cauldron and moved toward the pastry station. "Make more of the twisted bread, and let the margarine drip from the ends. We must ensure our guests enjoy everything today."
