When the meal finally arrived, the guards placed it on a small, mobile table beside Donncahd's bedside.
They set out a few smaller tables as well, making space for a full spread of food. It seemed to Rache a bit excessive for someone in his condition, and she said as much.
"You don't think he'll be able to eat it all, right?"
One of the men shook his head, a small smile on his face. "He's always been like this, Your Highness. Even when he seems too sick and tired to eat, he'll force himself to maintain his appetite."
That couldn't be healthy.
Donncahd looked at her as if to say 'just try and stop me'.
Rache frowned and looked over to the table again. She could see a bowl of some kind of broth, several loaves of bread, and a large slab of some kind of red meat.
There were no vegetables in sight.
It looked...
A bit like food made for a child.
But...
Well she had to assume he knew what his body needed.
