With a flick of the wrist, I tossed the food in the pan, watching as the spices dispersed throughout it. The scent of pizarka and chili, which had pretty much become my trademarks, drifted in the air. Though I had crafted many other specialties, my name became synonymous to dishes containing it. I looked over
All of a sudden, the speed of the sword slowed to a crawl as the flat of the blade lightly tapped against my left shoulder. “A title befitting the accomplishments of the two of you,” King Reginald proclaimed. Eryn and I looked up at the unexpected words. The grip on my knife relaxed as I
The Duke’s body sputtered as his eyes opened to the sight of a crowd around him. By this time, everyone had stopped fighting and were looking anxiously at him. Enough time had passed such that Cornelius’s spell had expired, releasing the two from their icy prison. As Cornelius gasped for fresh air, he looked over
Cornelius stared at the man known as the Chancellor, a man whose magic was likely the best in the kingdom. Not only did he possess aptitude in a multitude of elements, the man was easily twenty years his senior. With that much experience and skill on his side, how would Cornelius hope to match him?
I looked up at the man who was obviously Pietro in disguise. I hadn’t thought to ask him for help, but I sure was glad that he arrived. “Sir Claude. I believe that you have another task to take care of, do you not?” Giving him a nod, I quickly leapt to my feet and
Though I had just announced that I would be ‘serving’ the Duke, in reality, I was just trying to buy time for Cornelius to arrive with the cavalry. It must have looked rather ridiculous for a chef to be pointing a hammer defiantly against a Duke, but that did its purpose of bringing a moment
Viscount Lingonberle was having a very bad day. Nothing appeared to be going well since he woke up this morning. Getting dressed to go to the Duke’s wedding, he found himself heading there alone. His children were all avoiding him, ever since he had pitched his hat in to support the Duke. They were off
The day of the wedding ceremony. The front gates of the Duke’s mansion were thrown open to a myriad of guests, a vast majority being those that sought favor from the powerful man that resided there. According to Dengel, most of the attendees on the invitation list wished for the Duke’s rise to power. By
Eryn currently wanted to wrap herself into a ball and hide somewhere. A dull headache was gnawing at her head, caused by none other than her own familiar. Several minutes before, Eryn, Dengel, and I had entered the Duke’s hidden room to look for the potion that was used for mind control. Eryn had walked
“Seriously, what is with that face?” Eryn looked at me curiously while poking at the ice covering my cheeks. “Your old friend Corny decided to give me a temporary facelift. It was the only way I could’ve snuck into the cake competition.” “If it weren’t for your voice and my knowledge of Cornelius’s capabilities, I