After the chef had carried the food before me. It smelled absolutely amazing with pancakes on the front side, along with red appetizing strawberries. I never had pancakes before since my father was a poor farmer, and we lived in a scarred world where it's harder to get food than it is to hide from vampires.
But I heard of it before.
My belly stirred silently with a hungry growl, and I looked at the prince with a suspicious glance. He didn't say anything but lifted his brow.
Anticipation grew in my belly when I took a silver fork. I haven't used silverware for the past six years. I would eat with my hands instead of any materials, so holding a fork felt strange in my hands, stiff and awkward.
I tried not to show it on my face because I didn't want the prince to think any worse of me, to prove that I'm a country bumpkin or someone with no manners skills.
