"What does he usually eat?" I asked the cook of the castle. Since I needed to choose the lunch for him, I didn't avoid it and left the chore unfinished and queued.

"He usually likes spicy deer's meat." The cook replied, wearing the kitchen apron. She looked tired with the eye bags beneath the beautiful pair of brown eyes. She was not even thirty, could be twenty five or even younger.

"Do you have beef?" I asked, my heart and voice both softened taking the glimpse of the large fireplace behind her.

She nodded. "Yes. Please note that it should not be less than three dishes in each meal." These...