Oh,by Great Stallion. He was making a complete botch of it.
He knew it, deep in his marrow. Here he was, making a fool of himself in the grand hall of the very people who had just shattered his iron chains.
His chest tightened as he carefully looked around the long table to see if anyone had noticed the disaster. Luckily, the lords and ladies were deep in their own hushed conversations, their eyes focused entirely on their neighbors or the rich food piled high upon their trenchers.
Except, of course, for the one person he had been trying not to embaress himself in front of, second to the king of course. He had thoroughly ruined his very first interaction with the prince of the realm, and he had done it with a mouthful of chewed mush.
Enkilae stared down at the wet, half-munched blob sitting right there on the pristine wood.
It was disgusting.
