Novel & Cerita A Royal Recipe Botw

Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w

he is the god that adores the royals. ‘It was a good thing that you remembered me. It’s been so long since I last had such entertainment. Seeing how you remember me, I can say you remember our contract as well. Is it right? The former king of the Voneveir? ’

I was a princess, and that power still lies in me," grinning as she strolled down the corridor. After a few minutes she went to see if the meal was ready. She would not bother to take it from them; instead, they would walk to the master bedroom behind her. She reached the doorpost and the murmur she heard hit her ear. She stopped walking to see if her name was being mentioned in any gossip. Her curiosity piqued when she heard nothing, so she had to employ her wolf sense to hear what they were saying. “This blood tonic contains aconite.” the royal chef remarked to the other kitchen staff members accompanying her, "I can sense it. I wonder what aconite does to the body. It is my first time per

“What do you propose I make, then?” Matilda studied me with calculating eyes, as though measuring how far she could push me. Finally, she spoke. “Prepare the king’s favorite dish.” The blood drained from my face. Why exactly would I want to prepare something he would enjoy. “What is his favorite?” I asked carefully. A knowing smile flickered at her lips. “Royal Ember-Hot Phoenix.” A legendary dish, complicated, precise, and notoriously unforgiving. “If you fail,” a servant whispered, “the spice could… overwhelm someone.”

Cold sweat trickled down my back as his deep voice came from within. “Enter.” I opened the door and nearly dropped the pastries. King Rael stood in the center of the room, clad in black armor that hugged his tall, muscular frame. He looked like a war god ready to slaughter his enemies. “What is it?” he asked, without even glancing at me. There was no turning back. I swallowed hard and stepped closer. “Your Majesty, I made something for you.” I held up a small plate of fruit pastries. “If you’d like to try…”

I crash trembling to the floor. Blood sprout from my lips. That's the wolf bane performing it's duty. My won't die though. Green wolfsbane dosent claim lives. It only weakens it's prey. Guessing that's brother Rowans plan. He again orders his guards pull me. They do so. They roughly pull me towards the royals cottages direction. *** We head into the royal cottage. We stride through the hallway, stairs and arrive the throne room. We walk past numerous maids and guards who gasp at our passage.

he reminded him bluntly, pointing out the harsh truth with clarity. "Believe me when I say, this time it will yield results," the Grandmaester said, retrieving a page carefully from the book. "Because I have with me a secret recipe… from the leftover herbal medicine Queen Micah prepared for the King." Drigo froze, the words echoing in his mind. He replayed them over and over, trying to make sense of the claim. "I… I do not understand," he admitted finally, the weight of confusion settling over him. He had to accept the fact that the Grandmaester's words did not immediately make sense, yet something in the certainty of his tone made him pause and consider.

Mary hums, pulling my finger to Aurora’s lips, letting it brush over the lower bottom of her perfect mouth before making my finger drag a trail of blood on the inside of her lips, grazing her gums and teeth. “What is this doing?” I ask, confused and holding my whimpering wolf. “It’s the blood of a royal,” she says, as if I am supposed to know what that means. “With the blue moon out, you’re so much stronger, and that means you might be able to hone some healing qualities.”

'' The twins replied as they looked out of the window. They still couldn't figure out what was happening. They called one of the cooks to inquire what was happening. ''Hey ma'am what's happening?'' ''It seems like someone poisoned Royal king.'' ''What?!'' Who could have done that?''

It was also coincidental that the news was being broadcast when Solomon, Elio, and Lucy turned on the television. "Hi, everyone. The royalty has released a bounty notice. Prince Toddy has anorexia and hasn't been eating for a long time. It doesn't matter what kind of chef you are, as long as you can cook some dishes that won't make His Highness throw up. "This is your chance to become a royal chef with a million-dollar income annually. Please contact this number if you want to register for…"