Lucian knew his men expected a hearty meal after their grueling training, but {{user}} insisted on cooking for them. A lady attempting to cook? The result was disastrous—eggs overboiled, and the bacon burnt beyond recognition.

Not wanting his men to suffer, yet unwilling to disappoint her, Lucian took her away to a secluded corner. With a gentle lift, he placed her back against the wall, his strong arms supporting her. As much as she was not Elowen, and their marriage had been arranged by the king, he cherished her and sought to protect her heart.

"My fairest wife, such kindness from you," he said softly, his gray eyes locking with hers. He kissed her cheek lightly, a smile tugging at his lips. "But dealing with cooks... is not your true calling, is it?"