Werther grabbed a large chunk of beef and tore into it. The meat was good, though the seasoning was nothing special.
Still, the chef who had prepared the feast had skill. At the very least, he had put real care into it.
Baccarat ate with much better manners than Werther, taking small bites as though something was on her mind.
Just as Werther was enjoying his meal, a commotion broke out in the Restaurant. Every diner placed a fist against their chest and lowered their head slightly.
"Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty."
As the respectful greetings rang out, a tall, powerfully built man with somewhat dark skin entered the Restaurant.
"Your Majesty, I want to marry you. May I?"
Werther nearly choked on the steak he was chewing. That was bold—proposing to the king right there in the Restaurant?
"Of course. We can hold the wedding next month. This month's schedule is full."
A rough but thoroughly masculine voice answered, followed by a hearty burst of laughter.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Werther had choked. After a fit of muffled coughing, he managed to swallow the steak and took a drink of water before recovering somewhat.
What had he just heard? This month's wedding schedule is full? How many wives had this king married?
Werther's first thought was that the man had to be a tyrant, one who seized women whenever he pleased.
But what happened next startled him even more. The woman who had proposed nodded shyly, agreeing to the arrangement.
Werther glanced at Baccarat beside him. She was just as dumbstruck; she had dropped her table knife without even noticing.
The king swept his gaze around the Restaurant and soon spotted Werther. With only a child accompanying him, he walked over.
Werther noticed him too. He had no idea what the