**Dahlia PoV**
I watched as the king expertly tossed fried rice in my old wok, the sizzlin' sound mixin' with the aroma of garlic and vegetables waftin' through the kitchen. We had been makin' a hearty stew together when he suddenly decided to whip up fried rice as a side. It wasn't typical for us to have fried rice with stew; I usually cooked white rice, but I couldn't deny the delicious smell that filled the air.
"Ya Highness, I didn't know ya had such a flair for fried rice," I said, leanin' against the counter with an amused smile.
He scoffed, a playful glint in his eye. "I told you that I knew how to cook."
I hummed, raising an eyebrow playfully. "How did ya learn to cook? I can't imagine ya spendin' much time in the kitchen with all those royal duties."
