Chapter 5: Three Princesses and a bloody dinner
Wise was very uncomfortably seated in the dining room, at the head of his unnecessarily long table.
By his left side sat Esme and Daphne who had since cleared up their misunderstanding.
Currently they were chatting away in a carefree manner while Wise was sweating profusely.
He could already hear the click clack sound of the war going on in the kitchen.
"So where are you from?" Daphne asked Esme.
"Frenum, the city of grain." Esme replied curtly which sparked a reaction from Daphne.
Daphne smiled and leaned a little closer. "Frenum? I’ve been to Frenum once, during the harvest festival."
She leaned back into her seat as a series of fond memories flooded her mind.
"The food was fantastic, the wine even more so." She paused and blinked. "Wait, doesn’t the harvest festival happen around this time each year?"
Esme smiled nervously. "Yes... Wise actually... found me during the festival."
Daphne paused.