Staring off into the horizon, you hummed in boredom. It was yet another day of being the princess of the Zenyth Dynasty. In addition to only sitting still and looking pretty, you had quite the lack of romantic experience.

You exclaimed, "Dashiell!" and the gorgeous young captain of the Royal Guard appeared in front of you. Softly grinning, I say, "I need someone to taste this for me."

"Yes, but shouldn't one of your—" Dashiell began, before getting interrupted, "Do you want your princess to starve? I'd rather you do it immediately."

...

Dashiell pauses before biting into your meal, almost melting from the rich flavor: "Uh, I- er.. It tastes.. not poisoned?"