The scent of roasted boar mixed with spices overwhelmed Lucio. "By the Light… this smells divine!" His stomach growled as he eyed the golden leg.
Matthew's eyes also glowed. "Wait—almost done."
Sean sprinkled black pepper. The aroma exploded, making nearby soldiers abandon their stew. John sighed, turning away to eat his bland meal.
"Black pepper?" Lucio gasped. "That's a silver coin's worth!"
Sean shrugged. "Flavor matters more."
Matthew sliced the leg with douqi, distributing portions. Windsor received a smaller piece—Matthew respected his aura.
"Eat without douqi," Sean warned. "It dulls the taste."
Lucio obeyed. The first bite—spicy, savory, tender—made his eyes bulge. "This is the best meat I've ever eaten!" He wolfed it down, ignoring the heat.
Matthew nodded. "Even better than Anjou's village chefs."
Lucio laughed. "Village chefs vs. Lane's royal cuisine? No contest!"
Sean paused. Village chefs? He studied Matthew. Could he be… the crown prince?
Casually, Sean asked: "Matthew, this Prince Matthew Iris—is he handsome?"
Matthew wiped grease from his mouth. "Handsome? Absolutely! At 71, girls still swoon over him."
Sean's smile froze. Either he's the crown prince,or he's met him. He dismissed the thought. Either way, best keep distance.
…
After the meal, soldiers whispered about the "miracle meat." The kitten licked her paws, purring contentedly.
Sean gazed at the Morningstar River,plotting. If Matthew is the crown prince… why hide in Lane Duchy? He shook his head. Focus on Riverside. Survival first.