Kayeni swallowed a spoonful of some soup that she vaguely could tell was nice, but wasn't really paying attention to it at all more than figuring out a reply.
"Yes, that sounds about right." He wasn't wrong. She'd struck a deal to leave each other alone, she'd found a way to escape the castle for a little while, and ye here she was at the dining table with the most powerful person in the realm and his son - which, like it or not, she would still be forced to marry.
He did seem a bit different to... what he had been earlier, though. That Kayeni did notice.
She shrugged her soulders. Really, what did they expect from her? Her calm, idle mask didn't crack under the scrutiny of the king, and she reached over to some dish - she honestly couldn't tell what it was, but it looked interesting with some sort of red sauce over it, took some and bit into it a second before realizing the red sauce thing was spice. And it wasn't just a bit, either. In fact, it was a lot more than a bit.
Thank god the King and his advisors were locked into their own conversation, and that none of them had focused on her as she quietly struggled to chew and swallow. Holy crap, how did they live? Just one bite and Kayeni was slightly struggling. Breathe in. Breathe out. It's fine. Vaguely, she remembered to keep chewing, as if that would help, and act as if nothing was wrong. Yeah. Not like she had just taken more spice than she probably had in her entire life, was it? Now she thought about it, didn't they specifically warn her that some of the foods were going to be spicier than she had ever tasted?
... Yeah. They did. And now here she was, eating the food far slower than she usually did, attempting to swallow what felt like a ball of chilli and desperately hoping no-one noticed.
Internally beginning to realize she was taking far too long, she mentally grit her teeth and swallowed it. One small swallow of what felt like spice times one million. How did anyone here survive on that? Dimly aware her cheeks had most definitely heated while eating that, she took a few spoonfuls of the thankfully not-spicy soup before looking back up to see what the conversation was on now.
Never again. Jeez. That could have gone very, very badly.
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