"So what kind of person is this Lord Ritchel," Ashlynn asked, pausing when Heila entered carrying a tray loaded with succulent roast boar tenderloin smothered in a rich mushroom gravy and sitting atop pillowy whipped potatoes.
"Heila," Ashlynn said, looking at the tremendous portion of food. "Did Georg send me Mistress Nyrielle's portion as well?"
"No, my Lady," the horned servant giggled. "He said that's to help you recover. And he's prepared something just as rich for dessert. He mentioned regretting that you didn't get to your last course last night so he's making up for it tonight," she said with a smile.
"That," Ashlynn blushed furiously. They'd only finished the lamb last night when Nyrielle swept her off her feet and brought her to the luxurious bath… she hadn't even thought of the desert that Georg must have prepared to go with the welcome home meal he'd prepared for her.
