Adriana watched Lady Amelia and Leah walk out of the kitchen and her stomach cried in protest.

Someone patted her shoulder, but she didn't move.

She couldn't believe her days of having delicious food were over and she felt like weeping.

“Are you sure the Prince will eat the food, Greg?” One of the chefs asked him and he sighed over the pot of chicken broth he was steaming.

“She is going to be his wife so he has to.”

A Chef scoffed. “They aren't even engaged yet.”

Greg shrugged. “It doesn't matter. The king has approved their courtship and the delay is all on the Prince's part.”

He glanced...