After we washed our hands in a bowl of water, I looked at the myriad of dishes and fruit that I couldn't recognize. The delicious smell of cooked river fish and roasted goat meat with steamed rice made my stomach growl.

The fair princess moved over to my side, and with her delicate hand, she picked a small ball of rice and held it to my lips. It wasn't my intention, but it reminded me of Kesar. They both loved me with all their hearts. My feelings with Amarisa were always a sweet longing tenderness I could barely stand. With Kesar, there was always a strong hint of lust and...