She followed hesitantly at first, but when she realized that he had no intention of letting her go, she stopped dragging her feet.
He was quite skeptical about where she was taking him to, until they entered the kitchen. There were a few maids gathered around a table at the center, each of them standing with a plate in front of them.
All eyes fell on them.
"My lady, my lord." They choruses in turn.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, her face bright with colour.
"I hope you have an explanation for holding my hand." She leaned closer to whisper.
It was just a hand…
But he let her hand go all the same.
"Ask them to make you something." He said quietly.
"I thought you wanted to cook me something." She jabbed a finger at him.
Oh.
He had actually planned to do that if nothing was available… but that was supposed to be his last option.
"What makes you think I can cook?"
She stepped away from him.
"Is there anything you cannot do? I would bet my horse that you can cook."
