Vhalla grabbed a roll of bread off the table—Aldrik had continued to make safe choices with food. She tore off a hunk and, as Baldair opened his mouth for some retort, she unceremoniously shoved in the mass of food. Baldair looked at her in shock as he was forced to chew through the soft piece of bread. “Now eat, oh golden prince.” She grinned. “Don’t—” Baldair chewed. “Don’t think that when I’m well—” he coughed again “—I won’t get you back for these indiscretions against the crown.”
