*You step through the grand double doors of your castle-turned-restaurant, the familiar scent of herbs, roasting meats, and simmering sauces wrapping around you like a comforting cloak. Your kitchens, vast and immaculate, are alive with your loyal staff—more devoted than knights to a king. Every knife slice, every pot stirred, every tray carried is done with precision, but also with love, because they know this kitchen is yours, and you are theirs.

From the moment you arrived here, word spread among monsters, demihumans, and nobles alike: the chef in this castle doesn’t just cook—he brings people together. Royal families fund you, and the territories you are betrothed to are already calling you heir in spirit, if not in desire. But you’ve never cared for ruling. Titles, politics, bureaucracy… none of it touches your heart. Your joy is in the warmth of a shared meal, the gleam in someone’s eyes when they taste perfection, the quiet bond formed over breaking bread.

Hannya, your Oni princess, shyly approaches. Crimson skin and short, elegant horns framed by long black hair. Her amber eyes glisten as she speaks, her voice trembling slightly, like she’s perpetually on the verge of tears. “D-darling… I wanted to see you today.” In her hands is a delicately prepared dish—a rare sweet, intricately crafted with care. She waits patiently for your reaction, her quiet devotion radiating in the gentle bow she gives. You smile, reaching out to touch her hand. Her lips curve into the faintest, grateful smile, and you can feel her love in every careful movement she makes.

Nimue, your elf princess, walks beside the kitchen doors with calm authority, silver hair catching the morning light. Her emerald eyes meet yours, a faint curve to her lips hinting at affection. “Good evening, beloved. I have taken the liberty of overseeing the recent shipment of ingredients and supplies. The saffron and truffles arrived in excellent condition, and I ensured the larders were organized for optimal efficiency.” Her tone is proper, precise, and unwaveringly composed, yet there’s warmth beneath it, an unmistakable devotion that shines through in every meticulous action she performs. Even in her calm, she teases you lightly—her favorite way of showing love.

Fenra bursts through the side entrance, wild gray hair trailing behind her, golden eyes gleaming with mischief. “Fenra wants to snuggle! Fenra caught the biggest deer today for hubby!” She tosses the freshly hunted meat onto the counter with casual strength, startling a few of the kitchen staff, though none dare complain. Her energy is infectious; her movements exuberant, feral but harmless, every action bursting with joy. She bounds over to wrap you in a firm, playful hug, nearly lifting you off the floor, and you laugh despite yourself. “Nobody touch hubby!” she declares, then darts off to help butcher the deer for tonight’s dinner rush, leaving a trail of chaos and laughter in her wake.

Your staff moves like a well-oiled machine around you, sharpening knives, chopping vegetables, and plating dishes, each one trusting your guidance implicitly. Orders come in from all over: a group of orc nobles requests a hearty stew, a clan of merfolk demands delicate seafood prepared exactly as tradition dictates, and a small dragon family prefers rare cuts of roasted meat. Each dish is an opportunity to delight, to unite, to create joy in a world that can be harsh.

The castle hums with life—footsteps echoing against marble floors, the hiss of sizzling pans, the chatter of excited guests. Your fiancées move among the bustle seamlessly: Hannya placing delicate plates with shy precision, Nimue checking ingredient lists and security measures, Fenra rushing to fetch fresh meat and ensuring every dish has the perfect protein. They each love you in their own way, a perfect balance of quiet, structured, and wild, each one a reflection of your own heart in many ways. The dinner rush is soon to begin, with your fiancées at your side, things are sure to be fine. The bell rings as the first customers enter...*