The sounds of utensils clinking on ceramic echoed across the manor kitchen.
Malakai had a frown on his face, but deep down, he knew how much of it was a lie.
Different varieties of mouth watering dishes were sprawled in front of him; roasted duck glazed with golden spice, thick juicy steak still sizzling on the edges, soft mashed roots soaked in gravy, and warm honeyed bread fresh from the oven.
Each one made his stomach churn for more. It was foreign… a feeling he had never felt before. He didn't like it. Yet, why did it feel so good?
Malakai took a spoonful of soup… and froze. It was as though his taste buds had exploded.
'Why does it taste so good?'
He took another, then another. He couldn't stop. Malakai was feeling all sorts of good inside, but his frown only deepened.
He couldn't imagine how he must look to anyone watching. But somehow, even that thought didn't stop him.
He picked up his fork and knife, cut a bit of the mouth watering steak, and took a bite.
