Delia's POV

"Knock, knock!"

I heard two knocks on the carriage door. Before I could even respond or grant permission for the person to come in, the door swung open.

Prince Kral stood before me, holding a plate in his hands. The aromas wafting from the freshly prepared dishes were enticing and delightful. Although I hadn't felt hungry initially, the scent of the food caused my stomach to betray me with a quiet rumble.

Feeling a tad embarrassed, I quickly took my hand to my stomach, attempting to muffle the sound. But it was too late. Prince Kral had already caught wind of my stomach's protest. I saw a subtle...